Hard on the Knees

What is: falling in love. Wrong. The correct answer is: tripping on your own cuffed jeans in the cafeteria after the Political Theory test. At least it's not hard on my ego, the only witnesses of the bruising of my left knee were Billy, Ziggy, Quinta and Interpol- who laughed uncontrollably. Ziggy reminded me of the incident all night at Bone. A few of us went in the hopes that Constantine would too, but he didn't show. I missed TKD (like yesterday, and it seems like today too thanks to my fuckedup non-lunar cycle) because of the inside info Ziggy could fess up. He talked, eventually. Good stuff.