I love the hardwood floors in the apartment, but last night, I scraped the bottom of my foot ever so slightly on a tiny protruding nail.

So if you don't hear from me in a few days, assume I've died of Tetanus.

UPDATE: I'm going to my doctor at lunchtime so she can look at my foot and probably give me a shot.

I just hope she's better with the shot than she was drawing my blood last time I was there...