Now, as much as it pains me (quite literally at the moment) to say this, but I finally admitted to myself that I really would die if I got a motorcycle.
I proved this by just being an everyday klutz in the kitchen.
I was (and still kinda am) feeling a bit angsty so I thought soup might help me...
I had been boiling soup most of the evening, letting it cook properly and stuff, so it was ready about an hour ago. I still had it on the stove cooking, lower now, to keep I warm so I could gradually get myself a bowl or two...
I got a bowl, went back to my room, sat down, grabbed the bowl to have in front of me to eat and then cat jumped in my lap for cuddles, spilling the soup all over my bare legs (it's hot, I'm wearing shorts, gorram it)
The soup was still boiling hot.
I now have blisters on my thighs.
I went to go clean myself, take care of my fresh wounds, bandage them properly because I'm far too aware of what to do in these cases...
As I was taping the gauze crap on, I was shaking and crying because it fucking hurt, I grabbed some scissors to cut the tape and do you know what happened?
Because I was shaking, I cut myself, a long (though very shallow) gash across my thigh...
I'm going to flinching and probably limping for a few days...
I think I'm going to get some pain killers...