Oy vey - what a day I had today!
It started at about 2:00 a.m.
One could argue that it was still yesterday as I was finally getting around to dragging my sorry self to bed, but, technically, it was today. Despite my exhaustion, I was wound up mentally - this happens to me a lot - and was having difficulty falling asleep.
I was lying there trying to nod off to the TV, and my brain was doing that 2,000-thoughts-a-minute thing.
Okay, remember to call Joe tomorrow with a list of proposed deliverables... and the nutritionist... reschedule so I can help Bob take attendance... take attendance!? I would think an engineer would be able to track a few people at a meeting... but, no!... I have now become a glorified head counter. They should give me one of those little clickie-things they use at church to record the body count in the pews... I wonder if they use those things at Temple? I bet Fran knows... I can't believe I'm watching The Flippin' Nanny... managed to avoid that show the whole time it was on, and now I'm lying here watching it like it's Shakespeare or something... I'm in school loan debt to my eyebrows - I shouldn't be watching this with all my education. I should be reading something lofty... right! A little Charles DIckens ought to knock me out... that means I'll have to get out of bed. Not doing it! Give it a few more minutes.... Man, I am sooooo tired! Sleep would be NICE, Mr. Brain... can we turn off the neuroses? Oh, wait. I have to go to the bathroom. THAT'S why I can't go to sleep! Are you sure? Just go wee already, will you? It's not like you're heading off to lala-land or anything! OKAY. FINE!
And at that point, I got out of bed in a bit of a snit and stomped off to the bathroom.
Except I didn't round the edge of the bed sharply enough, so I ran my foot into the leg of the bed. Really hard.
Which broke my baby toe. (You know - the one that went "'Weeeee-weeee-weeee' all the way home"?)
I'm becoming a real connoisseur at breaking toes. (What is this now - number 5?) As these things go, if you have to break a bone, I can't recommend the toes enough. The great thing about breaking a toe is that you get a horrific stab of pain but it goes away really quickly. And then you can sit back and watch it puff up and turn black and blue. Providing you don't drop anything on it, a toe won't throb or otherwise pain you after the first few hours.
They also don't fix broken toes at the hospital, so that's a really great convenience - not having to go to the emergency room, I mean.
From a statistical viewpoint, your chances of breaking bones around the house are limited, so every time you break a toe, you just bettered your chances of not breaking something else that will require medical attention!
Have you figured out that it's 2:00 a.m. (technically tomorrow) and I'm watching The Flippin' Nanny?
And I think I need to wee.
I am not getting out of this bed.