Morals

So this morning, I slept in. I woke up at 6, said to myself I'll just lay here for a sec, and that sec turned into an hour. At that point I was a half hour late for Army PT. I jumped out of my chair (yes I sleep in a chair) and took off across the room. It was dark, mind you. I only made it as far as our little foot stool deal, however, where I proceeded to biff it right onto my roommate, who was sleeping on our futon. JJ (Jason to some) looked up, confused, and rolled back over.

I made it the rest of the way, grabbed my clothes out of my drawer, and then decided I needed to get a quick drink of chocolate milk. I scrambled across the room, heedless once again of this stupid little black stool, and biffed it harder than before, knocked over the fan rather loudly, and ended up with my body on the floor and my face on my chair. I was so pissed it was unbelievable. It also hurt rather profusely. I finally made it out the door, and 6 hours later my shins still hurt.
Moral: just do it with the lights on