In Which I Bitch

[axolotl]

I was getting clothing from the dresser behind our bed when I somehow (how on earth did I do this?) managed to ram the space in between my second and third largest toes on my left foot into the metal bed frame, thus cutting it and leaving it to bleed profusely. I dabbed at it. I cleaned it out. I put a makeshift toilet paper bandage on it. Now it is wearing a band-aid. Still it bleeds. I would just feel kind of dumb and forget about it if I had only planned on puttering around the apartment all day. I am, however, supposed to go get more applications. The place I need to go is a mile down the road. And I'm limping.

I'm sure everybody will say, "let's hire the gimp in the wrinkly shirt!"
Feh.