Just One of Those Days

Yesterday, I had to take my grandfather's truck down to my dad's new house to load up some junk to be taken to the dump. As I was going through the pile, I picked a long thin strip of wood and tossed it in the back of the truck. For whatever reason, I thought it was shorter than it actually was, so I tossed it further than I obviously should have. It crashed right through the rear window of the truck. I felt really stupid.

A couple minutes later, I stepped up on the truck and was trying to walk across a board. The foot I was going to bring up onto the board moved just slightly to the left, and that was enough for a nail to poke right through my shoe and into my foot. I was in a lot of pain. I pulled the nail out, but I didn't see any blood.

Later that day, I looked at it and saw a little bit of blood on my sock. I haven't had a tetanus shot in a long time, so I think it's time for me to get one. On top of that, new glass for the truck will cost me over $400! It's quite depressing, but I suppose it could have been a lot worse.