When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson

09 June 2005

Speaking of shoes...

...I might want to make a practice of wearing slippers in the house.

One of the dogs (don't know which one) left a little present on the living room floor sometime last night.

No, not what you're thinking - it was the remnant of a steak bone that she had been hiding somewhere for God knows how long.

I stepped on it in the middle of the night, and cut my right foot rather badly. Walking, even in gym shoes, is kind of challenging this morning (actually, really painful) so I am going to work from home today.

May I say for the record, ow. Ow ow ow.

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