In Which I Lengthily Complain About My Injured Toe

I went out to the barn today. Out to Cassie's barn, which isn't the place I keep Juliet. Anyways, Cassie lets me work at the barn in exchange for lessons. Dakota and I were free lunging one of Cassie's horses (free lunging=making the horse run around in the ring without any equipment on, for those of you who don't know), and I tripped over a jump. Now, I was running around barefoot like the smart child I am and my freakishly long second toe took the blow.

In short, I broke my toe.

Well, my dad says it's sprained, but I say it is broken because MY TOE DOES NOT NORMALLY POINT THAT WAY.

And I can't bend it. I mean, you never realize how used you are to everything working until you tell your toe to move and it won't. As a result, it feels like my toe needs to pop, and I keep trying but it hurtssss. Mleh.

Also, I won an essay contest. We read Anthem by Ayn Rand in English last year and had to send in an essay. Apparently, I was a semi-finalist and won $50. Huh.

<3,
Lani