Last night I hurt my foot in the shower. Well, actually, I was innocently reaching for a towel, when I knocked a large jar of this directly onto my foot. The jar is glass and probably weighs about 20 pounds. I yelled loudly and peppered it with explatives. My roommate, who owns the offensive jar, was not at home. After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I hobbled out of the bathroom, grabbed an ice pack, and propped my injured foot up on a pile of pillows. It was already starting to bruise and it hurt badly. Of course I called my parents for a little sympathy. Then I heard my roommate come home and I yelled to her. But she didn't care, she'd just leave me there to die if it were up to her. Her and her damn jar of bath product.  ¶ 4:41 PM