So I got mad. I got drunk.I fell. I FELL out of my house. Hard to do, mind you, being that most houses come with doors and windows to prevent that sort of thing. Yup, thats a fact. I manage sprained both ankles, one severely. Ouch. Being a hypochondriac (read-jew)I became convinced that I had compound fractures and was afarid to move or look.My friend had to coax me off the porch. I am a winner.