So... Any comments on my new page design? : - P

Ok, so, let me start off by saying that I am an idiot. I was cleaning last Friday, perfectly rational thing to do, right? Not, with me in the picture. It started off innocently enough, a little laundry, a little dusting, and a little vacuuming. Ok, the last one is where I lost it. I was vaccuuming every crevice, every freak'n surface of my room. My aunt gave me a glass table a while ago (this isn't a sidetrack, bear with me). It was very nice. It was almost the width of a twin size bed and pretty much the same depth as one across. It was a little smaller, but pretty much those were the dimensions. Ok, so, I was vacuuming. The table was in my way. I wanted to pull out the extra bed from under my bed, but the that's where I kept the table. Ok, now I had three options. One: I could push the whole thing out of the way (as in slide it). Two: I could wait for my boyfriend to come and help me move the table. Three: I could pick the glass up off its legs and move it out of the way myself. Option number one was not really an option, there isn't really enough room to slide the table away. Besides, since the glass wasn't attached to the legs, I'm not sure it really would have slid properly. Ok, option number two. I don't like waiting for people. I am under the general impression that I am not a weakling and that I can do certain things by myself. I knew I could carry the glass myself, I've done it, but not from a lying down position. As for option number three... Well, that's what I did. It didn't work out so well. I was hefting the glass off the legs, was going ok. I got it up to a vertical position, but then it just kept going... I end up falling right into it. I cut my hand pretty deeply in three places, my left hand, have I mentioned that I'm a lefty? I cut my knee, my right hand (only a little bit), I got little tiny cuts on my chest and left arm. Oh yes, somehow, as the table fell, it hit my ankle, so it's bruised and swollen. This has nothing to do with the table, but a mosquito also bit up my ankle, so it's somewhat extra swollen, lol.

So after my table debacle I called my father, he wasn't home. I knew he wasn't, but I called anyway. Then I called my boyfriend. He put me on the phone with his father (he's a doctor, it makes sense, lol). It was bleeding pretty profusely. I just applied pressure and it pretty much stopped. It was oozing for a while, but I don't need stitches or anything. It could have been much worse, the way I fell I could have slit my wrists. I didn't though, so don't worry. My boyfriend got to my house eventually, helped me clean up the glass. We removed it, lol.

Today, I worked three birthday parties. One was a double extended birthday party. Two long in the pool!!! AHHH!!!! Lol. I don't want to go into it right now. All you need to know is that I am soooo tired... I'm going to go now. Tell me something people.