my brain has a "shut down" button i don't know about.

yesterday as i was walking down the hill from class to work i fell.

i don't know how it happened.

i didn't trip or anything.

i just...collapsed.

and i'm not talking a "whoopsie! i seem to have fallen" fall.

i'm talking about a full on fall.

my glasses came off. 

my watch came undone.

my phone fell to the asphalt with my mom continuing our conversation.

i felt like moses because the sea of people walking around me parted.

a few kids asked me if i was okay.

i mumbled a "yeah i'm fine" while keeping my eyes to the ground.

i was so tired and tempted to just lay down on the hill and take a nap.

i decided this would result in my being trampled to death by those eager

zoobs trying so hard to make it to class on time and began collecting my things. 

i was just about to get up and i noticed this young man just waiting by my side.

what the what?

he waited until i was fully up and attempted to make eye contact as he said

"are you okay?"

i gave him a strange look that said 

"did you really just wait for me to stand all the way up to ask me that question?"

and said "yes i am thank you."

then i walked to work.

both of my knees are bruised and i have a slight scrape on my right elbow.

i told beth and she freaked out.

apparently collapsing isn't a good thing.

she asked me if my body was okay and all i could say was

"yeah, it was just my points that got hurt."