Frozen Bruises

I woke up at 4:30 this morning to go to work because I knew none of the horses were going out last night and I didn't know if I had to do both sides or not. Thankfully I didn't and I was able to come home and study for my Stats test, which I think I did well on... Classes went fine. I hung out with Jake Seaman and Jacob Cook during my break after stats and we sat around Jacob's car and listened to Japanese music.

After classes, Mike and I ate at Pizza Hut so Mike could get some food into him before his Java class. We were in the car, pulling out of the lot when we realized we had forgotten our pizza box. -_- So I pulled into a spot and Mike went in to get it. And who walked out of the restaurant to say hi? Tommy. Yeah, that's right. Completely and awesomely unexpected. So Mike finally got to meet him and stuffs, but it was still all good.

I was going to get a fudge sickle out of the freezer and a can of OJ fell on my foot. Can you say 'pain'? I've had ice on it since then and it looks okay. Just like one frozen bruise.