In two weeks, I've stepped on two shards of glass, on the same foot, from the same kind of object (a busted glass), in approximately the same area (the ball of the foot).


Last time I was looking for the scraps of the broken glass that I'd dropped, and found it in my foot half an hour later.

This time, I just waltzed into the kitchen for the first time in a week (took me that long to be certain there wasn't any more hurtings in the near future)... and then my roommate tells me to watch out, he busted a glass and he hasn't found all the fragments. "Really, wh-Ow! Found it.."



This, and I'm still jobless, my money's running out, and I'm not certain I'll be able to actually pay my school year.

FUN TIMES.