I managed to puncture my foot with the screen door.
Yes, you read that correctly. No, I’m not drunk.
I walked up to the house with heavy bags of groceries in both hands, so I used my foot to try to open the screen door. I managed to catch the strap of my sandal on the corner of the metal, and when I tried to dislodge myself, I simply managed to push the metal into my foot. I can’t even describe it more visually oriented because it simply didn’t make sense to us, either.
Day 7: What is your dream job, and why?
Novelist. Fantasy novelist.
Fantasy books were my escape from the difficulties in life for all throughout grade school, especially when dealing with some years of emotional and mental abuse from an ex. I decided when I was seven years old that I wanted to be a bestselling author, and that hasn’t faded at all since.