i'm such a clutz (is that a real word?). anyway, yesterday morning i painted my toenails right before i left for class b/c i hate wearing slippers or open-toed shoes without having painted toenails. i was so careful walking around the house trying not to bump my feet against anything or even rub it against the carpet. but right before i'm about to head out the door, i stupidly drop my keys right on my big toe scratching the red nail polish AND creating a blood clot right where the nail starts to grow. OUWEEE! it's not even red anymore... it's black.

i forgot to mention yesterday morning that i finally learned the names of the daily joggers i see at almansor park. there's this old man (rod) i see every time i go jogging and i actually got to talk to him a bit. it's amazing what you can learn from someone several years your senior. he was telling me about his children and grandchildren and the stupid decisions they make, how his parents died at a young age, how he put himself through school, the marines, how he met his wife... anyway, he was giving me advice on my future and how to achieve personal happiness by comparing my life to his other 25 year old grand-daughter who has no job, hasn't finished school, and does nothing but party. he's such a sweetie. who'd think that this complete stranger would actually care about me?