I Am My Own Victim

I apologize for not posting anything for the past couple of days. I was in no mood to write. In fact, I didn't even go near the computer. I pretty much just sat on my couch and nursed my bruises. You see, late Friday night I was the victim on a brutal stubbing. And as much as my toes hurt, my ego was bruised even more. I practically wrote the book on apartment/danse studio etiquette, but I broke my own rule and paid dearly for it. The details are not important. Let's just say I was too tired and lazy to turn on a light and, on the way to the bathroom, decided to zwirl in the pitch blackness of the room. I still get a little sick to my stomach when I think about the pain. But I am limping around now and I am healed enough to get back to work.