I need cookies.
Pretty sure, walking home last night, I broke my pinky toe.
I felt a little twinge in my foot, on the way to Navy/Archives, and I was like, hmm. But I had Robyn high on my headphones and I didn’t feel like stopping in the middle of Pennsylvania Ave NW — Capital ahead of me, White House behind, tourists all around— to investigate my foot.
By the time I got home, it was throbbing, swollen, and purple.
I taped it and iced it. The throbbing kept me awake last night. Today, it kills. I’m off to the podiatrist this afternoon.
Walking, kids. Don’t do it.