[insert picture of a green dot]
Why no pic?
Because my toe hurts too much to go through the pedicurian rigmarole.
See, last night, I was writing. I have been writing almost steadily for the last week, as I know that once school is out, I'll never have the energy and time to finish this YA paranormal. So I'm underslept, overcaffeinated, and frenzied. Nothing new.
Inspiration struck, and I reached for my notebook and a green pen. A Magna Tank .5mm gel pen, to be exact.
And then I dropped it.
On my toe.
No, wait. In my toe.
It stuck, point down, in my big toe.
THE PEN STUCK IN MY TOE.
It quivered there like a dagger.
I was part of a game of human mumbletypeg, folks, and it wasn't fun.
I yanked it out and knew immediately that I was marked for life. I squeezed it, dabbed it, moistened it, yes, even tried to suck out the ugly venom of green gel ink, but it was all for naught.
I will have a green dot on my big toe for the rest of my life.
That, dear friends, is hardcore dedication to writing.