August 1, 2006

[the sailboat] ^{2:35 PM}

I can type about my toe, but I can't seem to talk about it. Talking about it only makes me think about it, which makes it hurt, and I don't like the hurt.

The other night Sex and the City was on, and it was the episode where Trey and Charlotte go to therapy because of their sex life. Trey can't stand to say words like "erection," and so the therapist suggests that they use euphemisms involving something they like. And so Trey and Charlotte begin to talk about sexual matters in sailing terms.

So now my toe is a sailboat, the bandage is the sail, and the bed is the harbor. I want to keep the sail on in the harbor for fear that it will crash against the dock. I'm afraid for my poor boat.