I think I broke my toe this morning. Actually, I'm fairly sure I did. Naturally, the walking stick I bought in Williamsburg on our honeymoon is nowhere to be found, so I'm hobbling around the house with the aid of a didgeridoo. Passed out twice soon after the event. The first time was impressive; I was slumped forwards at the computer desk, and then the next thing I knew, I was looking up at the ceiling, having fallen backwards in the chair, with a heavy file box (which had been next to the chair's base) upside down next to my head. Still haven't managed to work out the physics of that one.
Can't get a shoe on my foot. Hurts too much. This well and truly sucks.