Kimchi, not for me

I got less than four hours of sleep last night.

Got up, showered, went to toast a bagel for breakfast. Couldn't figure out which bag of bagels were mine and which were my roommate's. Guessed. Sliced. Realized I had guessed wrong. Put her (now sliced) bagel back, and got one of mine. Started to slice...right through the bagel and put a shallow but decent length slice on my hand. Niiiiice.

Got to work, got on the bus to go to the kindergarten. Went to the back row, as is semi-usual. I was trying to look to make sure all the kids in the immediate vicinity were buckled up, and turned around (rather quickly) to sit down in my seat and whacked my head on the corner of the bag-shelf-thingy. Hit it hard enough to see a few stars, and get the attention of two of the girls nearby, who sat there looking at me horrified with wide eyes, probably wondering if I was going to cry (which I considered doing briefly, then decided against).

Made it to work without further incident (except for the knot on my head and headache from whacking my temple so hard), taught my classes, and was going to fill out my daily paperwork - managed to slide a pointy metal thing up under the cuticle of one of my nails.

So far, the day has not been too promising. Do-over, please?