So, I spent most of my day over at Isaac's House of Doom, the unique fixer-upper opportunity he's purchased. I spent most of the time slathering spackle onto the newly sheetrocked walls (house construction now 70% spackle, 30% other stuff) with David. We took care of the ground floor bathroom then moved down into the basement since there was a whole lot of sheetrock going up down there.

And then I did this amazing thing, at the precise moment when Mike was not in the basement to stop me from being a retard. I have timing. I was going around the walls, taping them in preparation for spackle. The lid was off the sump pit since the temporary pump was going, because all of a sudden it's monsoon season in Colorado. I even took precise note of the location of the pit, since it was a definite hazard and not something you'd want to fall in to.

So guess what I did?

Yes, you're right, I fell into the goddamn sump pit. One minute I'm taping the wall, the next my left leg's up to the hip in this pit, I have a very surprised expression on my face, and the sump pump is complaining loudly because it's trying to suck my foot into the drain. Approximately two seconds later, every joint in my lower body registers that this really wasn't the way anything ought to be bending, and by the way OH GOD WET AND OW.

I finished out the spackling for the day with the entire left leg of my pants and left shoe soaking wet, and I've now gotten to the stage where I'm sort of limping around and whining at anyone who will listen. My knees are really unhappy with me, as is my left ankle. Because if you so much as look at my left ankle, it's unhappy. I'm really hoping that a good night's sleep will sort the creakiness out, since I'm not sure if I should do tai chi with everything complaining this loudly.

EPIC FAIL.