Revenge of the Loft Bed

I sleep in a loft bed in my uber cluttered apartment, to create the illusion of more space and allow for a tiny one person 1/2 futon that I sometimes can call a couch...if I'm really drunk or something. So being the tiny cluttered apartment that it is, the side bars which I climb up and down to get into and out of bed are about two feet from a shelving unit thingy (that's the catalogue term, I think), which I sometimes brace against to get up and down with more ease. For some unknown reason, when I woke up at 7:45am this morning, having to pee desperately, in my half sleep exhausted state (I hadn't slept well at all), I for some reason decided it was a fabulous idea to climb down the shelves instead. Or I couldn't tell the difference...who knows. The point is that both the contents of the shelving thingy and my oh so graceful person went crashing to the ground cutting a gigantic though not too horrendously deep gash in the ball of my left foot right under the big toe. Needless to say, this is not a practical place to have a large chunk of flesh dangling half off, as its REALLY FUCKING PAINFUL!!!! I am probably being a whiny baby, but it hurts to walk, stand, and even just sit here with it propped up...and we all know New York is such a great place to be when experiencing any discomfort walking or standing.

What a stupid way to injure yourself....almost as stupid as telling everyone exactly how it happened.

Did I mention this FUCKING HURTS?? AHHHHH!!!!