I wasn't paying attention this morning and I stubbed my toe on the metal frame of my bed. Took the nail of my second toe clean off. I can only imagine what my downstairs neighbor must have heard... (*BONK* Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh, jeez... *CLUNK* Where the fuck are the Band-Aids?!?!?!)
That *CLUNK* sound was me, trying to hop to the bathroom on one foot, failing miserably and tripping over a pile of clothes on the floor. Falling all over myself, I got blood from my toe all over the rug. On top of this, the only Band-Aids left in the box in my medicine cabinet were those little itty-bitty ones that wusses use for papercuts and such.
There are some days where you just shouldn't get out of bed.