Doggs I broke my toe maybe

On Saturday there was a big game of capture the flag on campus between my dorm and another dorm. It was pretty sweet. Just like back in the day when we'd play capture the flag like every night in Branson and I'd always get these crazy allergies from all the crawling around in the grass and hiding in bushes and whatnot. Those were the days.

Anyway, I was deep in the heart of Wall's territory looking for their flag. I was being crazy sneaky, inching along this wall, when all of a sudden a Wall spotted me. He did the thing where he pointed at me and pointed at his eyes, so I knew that he knew where I was. I took off. He chased. I was running down an alley at an absolutely blinding speed, and just when I thought I was home free my shoe started slipping off. It's really hard to pull a shoe back on while you're running as fast as possible, so it just kind of fell off. Sometime between the shoe starting to fall off and the shoe being completely off I jammed my pinkie toe hardcore. I didn't notice for five or so minutes, because of all this intense adrenaline, but by the end of the night I was going "sssss aaaah" and stuff every time I took a step. When I got back to my room and looked at my foot I was like ooooh snap! Because it looked brutal. I'd take a picture and show you but it's already not that spectacular anymore. But when I woke up Sunday morning I was like holy cow because it was half again as big my other pinkie toe and the purpleness had spread an inch away from the base of my toe in every direction.

I don't think it's actually broken, but now I have a ready made excuse to not run for the next couple weeks. Also I can't wear close toe shoes without wanting to weep.