More adventurous.

While the last few weeks have consisted of roaming all throughout San Francisco and generally acquainting myself with the city, while looking for work. The next few days, however, have in store a little more (forced) relaxation.

Muni buses crashing into each other, the incredible smell of shit and fish in Chinatown, random weird shit in Japantown, and sitting in parks in North Beach. This place is really wonderful. Living elsewhere, it seems to be a matter of "What am I going to do today?" Whereas here, every day, exit door; pick a direction; go.

I end up with random people, doing absolutely random shit, while still having enough time to do nothing at all, really.

However, I have been rendered fairly incapable of movement. Circumstances led to climbing of a ladder, and other circumstances led to slipping off of said ladder, tumbling down the height of about a story, and then tumbling backwards down a flight of stairs.
My glasses seemed to have more luck than I did, as they fell down five stories and managed to come out unscathed. I had less luck, my left leg is fucked. Sheit.

It was funny at the time, but holy fuck it hurts now. Less ladders for me.

This was found on one of said adventurings.