My legs hurt

On Tuesday, I tore a loose piece off of my jeans. This led to me exclaiming "Yarr. I am stronger than denim."

Tuesday night is connection group, so I went to that. On the way out, I fell down the stairs. Falling down stairs is such a common occurrence with me that I've learned how to fall properly to minimize injury. Unfortunately, the foot of the stairs was about two feet away from the wall, so I had to worry about hitting my head, and neglected to control my extremities. I got up limping, and headed out to the car of the guy who offered to drive me home.

When I got back to my place, I rolled up my pant legs to check the damage. Both knees were beginning to form bruises, and there was a golf ball-sized patch of skin missing from just below my right knee--almost down to the point of bleeding. After a little while, I noticed that my leg was swelling near the skinned portion, and began to laugh. I'm not sure how I can laugh when I'm hurt--I can't seem to laugh when anyone else is hurt, just me--maybe I'm just insane.

Shortly after, I was walking around my apartment, to keep my knees from seizing up, and realized that most of the pain from walking was from my jeans brushing up against the injuries, so I removed them.

I checked my jeans, and sure enough, there was my skin on the inside. The jeans were completely unharmed. Maybe I'm not stronger than denim.