Ouch!!!

I just broke my foot. Really. Being a slave to the ringing phone, I slammed into the corner of my bed. I hate being a klutz. And I hate broken bones. But, I will wait to see where the pain persists tomorrow, no need to waste the evening at the clinic, I have more exciting prospects, and if I drink enough red wine, I may still be able to dance...
What was I spewing earlier about pain being necessary? I recant. I don't want to feel pain, not today.