It’s all going a bit pear shaped; while in the shower I dropped a nearly full bottle of conditioner on my toe, 25 minutes ago I smacked my arm really hard on the door handle while attempting to answer the phone (turn round and dash to the phone….only there’s a door in the way), and just to make things that teeny bit more perfect, I just managed to scrape the scab off my arm for the second time in two days, entirely by accident I hasten to add.
My arm is still ringing/aching with the shock of the incredibly hard bash I gave it.
Now I need to go and make my lunch, only I fear that it could be a dangerous process.
Oh, and I’m wildly overdrawn, fucked up and can’t afford to pay my CC bill until next week. I am, yes, a moron (and not, as I incorrectly typed, a mormon).