Damn, this sucks. Last night, I went out to Pepe, to get a cd. And going down the step, I managed to stub my big toe on the cement, and cut it open. blood every where, etc.
I got it cleaned up, and bandaged up, but the dull throbing is killing me. Oh well... I'm working from home today, so I can keep my foot elevated, and me propperly numbed.
So, that would be number three. I'm in the clear for a bit. First the bird "incident". hen the next morning accidently knocking a new tube of tooth paste into the toilet. And now the toe.
While I'm not normally superstitous, I just like the idea of bad things happening in threes. You know the the bad shit will end eventually, or at least you will get a break to catch your breath. It's easier to accept that, than the shit will keep flowing, 24/7, non-stop. I guess life is a big "project", and with all big projects, you need to break it down into managable smaller projects.
Oww. Oww. Oww. Oww...
Arg, managing the pain away is not exactly working.
*bzzzzzt!* The laundry is calling me.