Testicles

I know this is the wrong way to start off any new project. Testicular torsion.

I was sitting around, eating a hot di'gorno pizza, sitting on the floor, because the plug from my computer and the plug from the router meet in the middle of the floor.

(PS: I hate the television show "Unwrapped" or maybe just Marc Summer's voice. It's like the uncle you don't like who still treats you like you're four when you've already had you first period/grown a full beard. Hopefully not both.)

So I was sitting on the floor, and all of a sudden, right below my belly button came a sharp pain, which jolted down to my testicle. I had sat on my testicle. Somehow, it got worse than this, because when I tried to stand up I almost vommited. Because not only had I sat on my family jewel (just one) but it happened to twist inside the sac. Yes, sac is the correct spelling.

So I had to untwist is. I felt like how a balloon animal must feel. After I popped it back into place it prompted a deep gasp, which made me realize the whole time I had it twisted I was holding my breath. Oh, yeah, I also am sunburned a light shade of easter pink.

Highlights of the week:
1. Earsnot in the background on that TLC show "What not to wear" selling hi-top Nikes to a 50 year old woman.
2. Dressing up for the wedding.

So hello world.