  Ok, so when I got up this morning I had a whole list of things to do, namely consisting of packing and cleaning my room, and finishing something for my classes (nothing too specific about that).
Well, I got up at 8:30 to read over the new leasing contract that Caroline typed up for the room she's moving into (moved into rather) and then lazed about for an hour or so, somehow slicing my toe in the process of doing nothing. The time up until about 2 pm was spent givng things to Goodwill, washing clothes, cleaning off my book cases, etc. Then Caroline comes home to move her bed over to the new room. In the process of flailing about in the telling of a story, I hit my bad wrist on the doorframe.
Needless to say that did not feel well, so it's been twinging in it's brace on and off all day. Then I started talking to Susan about her date and how fabulous it was and then Jenny chimed in and started talking about this fabulous guy she'd met and I started to get a little lonely (and rightly so, I think. My sister just moved out, there's no one in my house, and my two best friends have fabulous dates! ) and I started to tear up a little bit, so I walked to the bathroom to get some tissue. On the way back I stepped on a nail.
I sat down, looked at my foot and then burts into tears. Then I looked at the mountain of laundry I need to fold (and can't b/c of my wrist) and cried even harder. That's how Jenny found me when she walked in the door 10 minutes later. She thought someone had died, and the truth is I haven't cried that hard since someone actually did die. Hopefully the day can only get better. 
