triumph².

in other words: the second post on triumph.
Josh did the last one on his blog in case you didn't see it.

I felt very triumphant last night and here's why:

Do you know how annoying it is to have a sliver stuck in you. Well I realized last night that I didn't have a sliver stuck in me.
My toe was hurting. I wondered why. I looked. I couldn't see anything. Then I figured it out: the bottom corner of my toe nail had burrowed itself down into the end of my toe. gross. i didn't like it at all. It bothered me all afternoon. I knew it was pretty deep. I very much disliked the idea of going to the doc to get it removed because it's a hassle, and I heard they don't freeze it anyway. So if the thing needed to be removed and the doctor wasn't going to do it the next best person in the world for the job would be me-for no particular reason other than that was the only other one willing. So I got some tweezers, a steak knife, and some nail clippers, soaked my foot to make it a bit soggy, and went to work. It was painful, gross, and disgusting all at the same time, but I had decided beforehand that there was no other option so I took my time and went on with the tediously boring work of cutting apart my toe. Finally, after about an hour, the rebellious piece of nail was removed. I arose, stuck a band aid on the toe and walked away triumphantly, steak knife in hand.

It was a VERY triumphant moment.

I don't think words do it justice.

out.