I was going to continue with the current THEME of my blog as of late and go through all my anxiety about the mammogram I need to undergo tomorrow but my big toe hurts so badly I cannot.
You see, earlier today, Fish and I were having one of our ridiculous conversations. I can’t even remember how it started, but it ended with Fish challenging me to kick him in the face. He was convinced that my short stature would prevent me from reaching his face, but I knew I could do it. I even moved to an area where I thought I would have enough room to plant my toe into his eye socket, but instead, my toe slammed into the side of the couch and I fell to the ground, crying in pain.
I now have a black toe. I can’t tell if it is sad or angry.