I never thought I'd live this day.

I'm sitting here with a cut heel.

The guys are curious now. What the hell is that? You'd know if you made a poor choice at the shoe shop. Or a grave miscalculation.

Girls know what I'd mean. Well, most of them anyway. I've heard of girls who swear by track shoes.

And to tell you the truth, the cut I have isn't from a heel, neither is it from my new canvas shoes (it worsened the cut).

It's from a pair of Timberland sandals. Sandals! Ridiculous, I had thought. Apparently it happens.

I feel like Achilles. Well, almost.