I feel a bit like a walking calamity at the moment. On Friday at work, I was warming my hands under the lights where the food gets plated up, and I accidentally touched the bulb with my thumb. I don't recommend it unless you're a fan of burnt skin. Later on, I was going downstairs to let Jack in with the takeaway he'd picked up, when I slipped and travelled the last few steps on my arse. Ever so gracefully. I wasn't really hurt, but I did whinge about it for far longer than was necessary. Partly because I was embarrassed as Jack saw what happened through the window, so when I opened the door he said 'Are you okay?' but not in a concerned way, more in a 'that was really funny but I need to assess whether or not you are actually injured so that it is acceptable for me to laugh at you' kind of way.
So due my 'injuries', wisdom teeth trying to make an appearance, and various other reasons, I feel like a giant ball of misery at the moment. Sleep is hard to come by as I can't quite seem to shut my brain off at night. Has anyone else noticed that any problem seem insurmountable at night, but come daytime you can take on the world again? I'm getting a lot of that currently. As soon as the darkness creeps in, so do the doubts. Which is annoying because it's winter and it's getting dark at about 4.30pm right now.
Oh well. This too will pass.
Song of the Day: Will You by P.O.D. I'm currently listening to a lot of the stuff I listened to when I was 15. I think it's good for the soul to be nostalgic.