My Back is Killing Me — Conclusion

Remember how I was complaining how my back was killing me? Well my back is still killing me. It’s like I broke a rib or something, except not that painful. I was telling one of my classes today just that, when it suddenly dawned on me. Monday night on my way to the sack, I tripped over my chair in the dark. I lost my bearings and couldn’t catch myself from falling and hitting a shelf with my back on the way to the floor.

I must have been pretty tired, because I awoke the next morning with the nightstand lamp still on. And I forgot that I tripped and fell down the night before. So that’s why my back is killing me. I fell down. Then I forgot that I fell down.

And they all lived happily ever after, except that their backs are killing them. The end.

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