Today I had lunch with my friend Sarah-Novelist. At the cafe where we dined on gourmet lunchables while enjoying a sun-sparkled ocean view, I was interrupted by a woman falling on top of me. That’s right, I was sitting innocently at a table, in my chair, eating, and a woman who was walking by dove head first ONTO me. She was all apologies, but my bruised forearm doesn’t care. She is a bitch who has no balance.

I was reminded of one of the first times I met Sarah-Novelist (was it the first day, even?), when we sat side by side in a class, and I fainted on her. The desks were very close together and very small, so falling forward meant falling on my neighbor. She thought I was being some freakish kind of friendly, but no, I was merely losing consciousness.

Today I’m intrigued by the coincidence of these two falls in her presence. I suspect she is maybe like Firestarter, but some kind of “Fall-Starter.” I’ll keep you posted.