Why I Never Became a Ballerina.

I slipped while finishing my evening at work. Dumbass me. I was squeezing out the mop, slipped, and rammed my face into the spigot of the mop sink. The cut is probably quarter inch deep. Almost no blood because my face is swollen. My head hurts from the crown to the jawline. My eyelid doesn't close completely because of the swelling.

I am such a klutz. Oye. I laugh at my ineptitude.