so this morning, for the second time this week, I caved in to the convenience of the vending machine brown sugar and cinnamon pop tart breakfast. It usually takes two hits of the slot toaster to get these babies the nice caramel brown I like. And it's usually a bit tricky getting them out of the slots without some minor pain.
Today, however, my second tart adhered itself to my thumb, blistering my skin, filling me with throbbing pain, and rendering my left hand unusable except for hitchhiking attempts. I almost went to the Doctor, the pain was so bad. Several ice-soaked paper towels, hours of elevation, and ibuprofen tablets later, I'm able to carry on without tears.
Just thought I'd start off this new blog with something really random. I'm sure Christina will try to find some spiritual application for me.