So in the middle of the night, I stubbed the crap out of my little toe by walking into the ironing board at the end of the hall when I got up to adjust the A/C. (How’s that for a run-on sentence?) It’s all purple now – hey, at least that’s my favorite color. I better get used to it, wounds on my feet take forever to heal.

I’m not sure what type of clumsy I am. Am I plain old awkward clumsy, or clumsy because I have too many things on my mind besides walking? Of course, turning on the light might help…

Clumsy - that's a funny-looking word.