not really on my break yet.

Missed a step going up the stairs, miraculously managed to not die and merely skinned off the cuticle right above three fingernails. Went to the nurse station to get things checked because, hi I just fell on the stairs. Got distracted for a moment and then got introduced to the red-hot world of pain that opens up for you when a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol is pressed on the still-bleeding, tender under layer of your epidermis.

Ouch. I kind of want my mommy. Which should tell you something about my mental state at the moment.