It CAN get worse

I am in the middle of packing to move home and finals for my Stats class. Plus, I haven't been feeling all that well. Insomnia really doesn't sit well with me. Well, I didn't think my life could get much more hectic/worse. Well, I thought wrong....

Tonight I borrowed some paint from a good friend (THANK YOU KATIE) to do some touch-ups in my apartment where the tape tore off some paint. It was going so well....until I stepped off my couch (I was painting a wall behind it) into the new bucket of custom paint. As you can guess, it splashed everywhere! White paint....and I was about 5 feet from my door. I tried to scrape as much as I could off my foot into the bucket and then hopped outside to wash my foot at the outside spicket. There are now white footprints leading from my apartment to the spicket.

Then I had to try to clean the carpet. One hour and a lot of tears later, it seems to look better. It will be a shade lighter than before, either from all of the soap I poared onto it and it cleaned it, or more likely because I couldn't get it all out. Of course my managers are out of town so I can't get to the carpet cleaner they keep on hand. And I wasted a bunch of the custom paint I borrowed. I would say it can't get much worse, but we know where that will lead.