I've been doing pretty well in my classes, and I've been doing alright socially. I had a date with a very pretty redhead yesterday, but she had to cancel. But hey, she said yes. I didn't even have to pressure her into it (you know, "Have dinner with me or I'll burn your house down," that sort of thing). So, I think that's alright. But every now and then, life throws something at me that tells me in no uncertain terms, "Hey, you're really not as smart as you think you are." Today was one of those times.

(cue narrator, to be read in a stuffy British accent)

The day started out well. It was a balmy morning, the fog quickly burning off to leave the world bathed in bright, warm sunlight. It was Good Friday, so Dathan's classes, which typically started off his day with set theory and proofs, were cancelled. He should have known the extra hour's sleep he managed to steal was a harbinger of the doom that would befall him later in the day, as the bright, sunny afternoon crept on toward evening...

Okay, enough with the narration. Basically, I work in a tech shop (for anyone who didn't know), where we maintain the computer systems in the library at SHSU. We've been replacing a lot of computers lately, so the old ones have been cluttering our office until we manage to get rid of them. Kirk (my boss, he's a good guy) decided that we should spend part of the afternoon cleaning and organizing the clutter. So, we commenced moving around a daunting array of towers, printers, and CRTs. One particular CRT (which shall henceforth be known as "the bane of my existence") was in the way of some other stuff, so I picked it up to move it. Most people with the amount of experience I have with computers would be smart enough to pick the cord up before walking with the bane of my existence. Hell, most people with no computer knowledge at all would have the common sense to pick the cord up before trying to walk somewhere carrying the bane of my existence. Not me, though. Noooo, not Dathan! I picked it up, and made it two (or was it three?) steps before stepping on that damned cable that was sticking out of the ass end of the bane of my existence. The end result? The tension on the cable ripped the bane of my existence out of my hands, and it proceeded to tumble toward the floor at a precipitous velocity. But, in my infinite wisdom, I had somehow managed to intersperse my foward (right) foot between the hard-as-steel linoleum-over-concrete floor and the now rapidly falling bane of my existence. So, sure enough, the corner -- the sharpest damn part of the case! -- landed square on the front of my big toe, and ripped (through my shoe and sock, no less) a piece of skin about an inch long have an inch down the side of my toe. Suddenly, the women of the library are popping out of the wood work carrying ice, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, ibuprofin, bandaids, wet paper towels, and a first aid kit. Well, actually, the wet paper towels, alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide were carried by my boss, but who's counting? We finally decided that I didn't need to go to the hospital, but that there was some paperwork I had to fill, but that it could wait until Monday, and that I didn't have to do any heavy lifting for the rest of the day. And my toe still throbs. And I'm pretty sure the toenail's a goner.

Good Friday. Bah! I need a beer.