A Boring Day (With a dash of pepper)

Today hurt. Because my foot hurts. Over Thanksgiving break, which was excellent in every other respect, I was doing a bit of the scottish reel, and somehow managed to land on the top of my left foot. It didn't hurt much then, but now I have to hop upstairs, which is quite distressing. Also, all my classes were boring enough to fall asleep in, and the day was all in all quite dull, until a boy from my Civilization class wrote his number on my hand. Very shocking. Probably the closest thing I've ever had to being asked out. I'm quite sure that I didn't like it.

p.s. I wouldn't have let him draw on my hand, but I thought that he was doing just that, drawing, not writing. Wouldn't have dreamed...

p.p.s. I need to go wash my hands now.

p.p.p.s. I always write like this after I watch a Hugh Grant film. I'd apologize, but my readers will probably appreciate my current tone.