Eheh...funny story here.
My closet door is like one of those pantry doors that folds and slides, you know? Yeah...so it broke off its hinge and I had to prop it up against the wall.
My room is very small. The foot of my bed is about 3 1/2 feet from the opposite wall where I propped this door against.
And so, I had my cat, Cinder in my room like I always do because she is some kind of alarm clock for me--she gets me up on time everday. However, the other day...Oi...she woke me up at about 3-4 in the morning. I heard her scratching something in my closet or near the closet, I dunno. And it was very annoying. So I got up and went to the foot of the bed and went, "Cinder!"
Just then I realized that she was scratching at the bottom of the door against the wall because the top of the door came done and hit me squarely on the head. I'm pretty sure I was knocked out cold then for about five seconds, I don't know because I couldn't tell if anything went dark--my room was already dark. As soon as I woke up, though, I went crazy and grabbed Cinder and threw her out of my room...
...such a gay journal entry...
[Edit] : Oh! Just realized. To prove it all happened and it wasn't a dream, there's a big bruise on my right temple. Haha! *dances for proving something that doesn't really matter*
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