Last night when I was trimming my nails, somehow, I managed to get a rather sharp fragment of my fingernail in my right eye. I have no idea how the hell that happened. When it clipped off it went flying and somehow got either over or under my glasses and went right into my eye. I suppose that takes talent, but it's not a very good kind of talent.

It hurt like hell and scratched my eyeball up something fierce. I was able to get it out, but, well, ow. Last night my eye hurt horribly and was all blurry. Today it still hurts, but a lot less than yesterday and it's only slightly blurry.

I think this just proves that Rob and I are perfect for each other. The other day he was able to give himself a static electricity shock in the nuts with the sheets while helping me take them off the bed. Then, last night, I manage to have a flying piece of nail shrapnel get into my eye. *sigh* Oh yeah, we have a "special" kind of talent.

Meh.