I'm up before ten am on a Saturday. That doesn't bode well at ALL.

Today is clearly a day wherein I need a list, if I'm going to get a quarter of the things I want to get done accomplished.

( Big fucking list of shit to do... )

And in other news, I broke my toe yesterday. I tried to convince people that I did it kicking a child that really annoyed me, but no one believed me. I guess I'm just too nice. I was running through the kitchen and I caught my toe on the strap of my bag, and my foot went one away and my pinky toe went the other. And poor AH was on the phone, talking to the University, as I let loose an absolute swear TORNADO from the pain. He ran out of the room FAST.

I only thought I stubbed or sprained it though, so I get home, and it's still hurting (after walking on it all day, go figure) and I ask the AH to take a look at it and see if it's swollen. He takes my sock off and goes GAH! because my toe is so purple it's almost black. So. Yes. Broken. Also gross. Which is of course, why I had him take a picture. If you don't want to see my gross toe, don't look ( behind the second cut. )