Yesterday I went for my first ever massage. After he was done, the guy told me to be careful because I might be light-headed, etc. I totally ignored him, hopped off the table, dressed, and took my leave. Outside, I went to take a set of stairs two steps at a time and FELL ON MY FUCKING FACE, bag over head, the whole deal, in front of a gaggle of mid-morning cubicle-escape smoke-breakers.