In addition to being hungry and crabby, I also had a stupid, clumsy accident a couple days ago; I twisted my ankle and fell down on both knees in the parking garage. I thought it was only twisted but after a day of trying really hard to ignore it, it was clear to me from the size of the swelling that it’s more than just twisted–it’s a sprain. Not a bad sprain, but a sprain nevertheless. I’m not going to sacrifice a day to sit in the emergency room to have them ultimately tell me what I already know so I’m just icing it and trying not to move around too much.
I apparently missed a good party on Saturday at the home of WMTC and The Joy of Sox. I’m really sad about that–because I’ve been wanting to meet them and their fur children for like a year now. Crap.
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