So last night I was trying to fall asleep but I was worried about something.  I couldn’t sleep without an answer to my question, so I decided to get up and go consult the internet.  I went to the office, let out the dogs and fired up the old computer and within 2 minutes had my answer.  God Bless the Internet.  So I put the dogs back up, and headed back to bed, satisfied with my answer.  Just one small thing stood in my way:  a wall.  I exited the office into the darkness and ran smack dab into the corner of the wall of the little closet that houses our A/C.  It jammed my glasses into my face and caused extreme pain.  I momentarily thought I was blind and felt very much like little Ralphie in a Christmas Story after he thinks he’s shot his eye out.  I took my glasses off and commenced crying, laying down on the floor in the fetal position for good measure.  I could feel I’d created a nice dent in my left eyebrow and a cut below my eye.  Tim was like, “are you ok” and I tried to explain to him through my tears (and laughter at my own stupidity), what had happened.  As we got back to the bedroom he was like, “well it does hurt when you stub your toe.”  He didn’t realize I had taken out my eye, not my toe.  Wow, I’d be overreacting if it was just my toe!  So he got me ice, we made a little joke about it looking like he’d punched me and I went to bed.  This morning, of course, my eye looks a little wonky.  It’s swollen and a little purple below and above my eye.  But not a full-out black eye, thank God.  I’m going to the doctor tomorrow and didn’t want to have to say “I ran into a wall.  No really!”  while they eyed Tim with suspicion.  Sigh.