minor, ticklish surgery

I ended up stepping on the world's tiniest, sharpest tidbit of glass last night, and--judging from the stabbing pain I feel when I step on that area of my foot--it must be lodged inside my foot for the rest of eternity.

Part of me wants to just douse it with hydrogen peroxide, as if that'll knock the glass free with fizzing action, but I think such an idea would actually end with my missing the early morning box office meeting as I lay passed out on the floor from the stinging pain.