Toe Infection.

My big toe has been sore and swollen for about a week now. I reckon the toenail on that thing was ingrown due to the roundish way that I trim the nail combined with a new pair of ill-fitting dress shoes. I tried to let the thing heal on its own, but it just kept getting more swollen and more sore. So, seeing as how Leslie is training to be a doctor, I decided to let her go at that big toe with a pair of surgical scissors, some tweezers, nail clippers and some cotton swabs.

She dug around in there for about ten minutes and there was an awful lot of puss and goo shooting out of that toe. Eventually she drained all the goo and pulled out a tiny piece of toe nail that was apparently lodged in the skin of my toe. Soon thereafter the pain & swelling in my toe subsided & I was back to performing my regular daily routine of power lunges & dash sprints.

Lesson learned: cut toenails straight and not rounded.

Michael Jackson was a Fucking Weirdo

Michael Jackson the entertainer/artist died sometime around 1990. Since then he's been Michael Jackson the pedophile and bankrupteur extraordinaire. Some will try to say that Michael Jackson never molested any kids, rather he had some sort of problem with growing up and becoming an adult. Well, that story is complete bullocks.

Here's a picture of Michael Jackson holding Webster. Check out Webster's outfit if you get a chance. He's got brown leather britches, some Buster Brown shoes, and he appears to be carrying a purse.

Buttoning.

I arrived at my designated work zone this morning and while in toilet I discovered my top shirt button had come undone. I attempted to fix the problem, but could not accomplish the task. It's difficult to explain what exactly happened, but my brain was unable to comprehend how to button the button. I kept trying to take the button over the outside of the hole as opposed to bringing the button up through the hole and even though I knew it was wrong I could not get myself to stop doing it this way. I kept having to step away from the situation, shake my head in frustration, and then try again only to fail. Despite my best efforts, my brain would not listen to my commands as to the proper way to button a top button. Eventually my frustration turned into spasmodic fits and I was ultimately forced to take off my tie and unbutton the entire shirt and start from the beginning. Having reset the process I encountered no problems and was fully buttoned and dressed to move.