I fell down.

I fell today. Not in a methaporical way. I seriously fell down in public during rush hour on a train station.

Let me walk you through my amazing morning. So, I came to Zagreb and I was going down the stairs to get some lunch for today. You can bet you ass I was on my phone while walking. I missed a step and in a matter of seconds I just felt pain in my knees and ankle as I hit the ground.

Jackie Chan has got nothing on the reflexes I discovered I had in that moment. In 0.5 seconds I just bounced right back and continued walking as if nothing happened. I actually started believing that I didn’t actually fall down because everything happened so fast but then the pain in my knees and ankle reminded me of my little encounter with the ground.

Please will someone tell me that if you fall down like an idiot in public it means you will have a really good day or that something good will happen? Give me some hope because my day so far has had a shitty start.

At least I have my coffee. Considering my luck I will probably spill it on myself. And the Kinder Bueno is here to comfort me because well… I need it.