The cherry on top....

So as I am saying goodbye to my brother (hey Jem), my toe begins to bleed. I run into the kitchen to the sink. As I swing my foot up on the counter, I hit it instead dislocating the toe one in from the pinky. It's facing east while the rest of my toes face north. In a state of absolute shock and awe, I slam my foot down on the tile smacking it back into place. So not only do I have a broken toe, I have to fly around the globe with a broken toe. Karma sucks. This is what I get for stealing a kid's lunch money in the first grade.