Don't Run With Scissors, or Walk, or Stand, Maybe I Shouldn't Hold Scissors at All

So, needless to say, I had a really terrible day on Monday. Which I mean, really, it was Monday. Monday nights I have a broadcast course at the library. It's weird, I'm not used to seeing my professor projected on a television screen in front of me. And to be able to talk to the television screen is also quite odd. It will take some adjustment. This class was so long. It's two and a half hours and the professor seems to think the best method of teaching is to read directly from the text for half that time (I disagree). So after a very long class on approaching diversity I was just ready to go home. However, where I live the temperature is freezing, literally. So, I braced myself for the -12 degree weather with my hat, gloves, and coat with little thought to how cold my poor legs would be with nothing but jeans for a covering. By the time I got home I couldn't feel my legs. You could have stabbed them with a knife or better yet scissors, because oh wait! I did. Ya, not my brightest moment. I grabbed the scissors to open a package that had come in the mail only to turn around and smack into the wall allowing the scissors the perfect opportunity to attempt murder on my thigh. No worries! No Felicia's were harmed in the making of this post. However, there is a huge bruise on my leg now, to match all the pretty scars I have (a story for another day). My leg was still numb from being outside though, so I didn't really feel it until an hour later. And then it hurt. A LOT. Not to mention my losing the mail key. And we all know how the mail is my life source. Monday ended with me curled in the fetal position, on my bed, crying over a box of N's letters before falling asleep. But, the world is back to normal now, and so are my emotions. And ya know if you can't laugh about the stupid things you do in life, what can you laugh about? Besides, I learned a valuable lesson, I should probably not handle sharp objects without supervision, or at all.