Toe Jam?

Husband went to bed at 8 p.m. That leaves me here sitting on the computer, messing around. Not that if he had been awake would that made much of a difference.

I am in what you would call a major marriage slump. Been married 11 years. No kids, thank God. He treats me well but I am so fucking bored with him. He is a good man too. Can't say anything bad about him.

Spent the day doing nothing. It is a Sunday, but still I feel I wasted the day. I am on call with the ambulance tonight. Becoming an EMT, and a member of our village ambulance squad. I hope we don't get anything too gory tonight. It is hard to sleep after you have seen carnage.

I am admiring my toes. They are perfect pictures of what toes should look like. I love toe cleavage. I admit to sniffing between my toes for stank, but always find none. I am a clean machine. Never even seen toe jam. What is toe jam? Is it like jelly that lives in the spaces between toes?

Had pizza for dinner. Gave me the shits.

Tomorrow is another day. I am thankful for my abundance. And my perfect, stank-free toes.