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I am WAY to talented at hurting myself. So, like I said, I was cleaning up my room today. A pin fell on the floor, and I didn't notice. I'm talking one of those pins that is basically a pushpin that when wearing sticks into a little metal thing on the other side of the fabric. It has the sharp part pointing up. So there's this little sharp spike between a quarted inch and half an inch long. And I step on it. Hard. So that it embeds itself fully into my foot. I pull it out, put on the antibiotic ointment stuff and a bandaid. No big, right?

Well, it hurts. No, let me try that again. It hurts. No, still not right.
It HURTS.
So, yeah. I'm talented, aren't I?

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Yay! I fail at life!

So the bandaid keeps coming off. I decide to go upstairs to get a new one. It's dark up there, and I can't turn on the lights because my parents' door is open, and I don't want to wake them. I get the band-aids ant disinfectant, leave the bathroom, and start back down the hall.

And stub my toe. Hard. Same foot I punctured, even.

Even worse, I have to help drive to the Berkshires and then Albany and then Brandeis, and the part of my foot I hurt is precisely where I would be pressing down on the gas and brake pedals. It better not get infected >.<

Well, at least it isn't my left foot, since then it would be my clutch foot, and that would be even worse.

Oy.