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thedeadlyhookGuess who's laid up at home with a twisted ankle? Really, walking along nice as you please, a little windy and rainy out, sure... place my foot wrong crossing the street and suddenly it's somewhere between one of those Chevy Chase pratfalls and a scene from Mary Poppins, with the umbrella dragging me across the road while I stumble and skid and land on my hands and knee and hip. A group of nice ladies (who I assume were probably exiting the Starbucks right on that corner, so I can be assured I had a good audience for this whole scene) were very sweet about helping me up and making sure I hadn't broken a leg or somesuch. "I find it's usually my pride that hurts most," one of them said. Too true.
Well, except that my ankle is now swollen and hurts like a bitch. I dumped the broken umbrella and limped home; now I'm lying on the couch and drinking a beer, and generally feeling annoyed at the world. Was planning on going to the office and seeing people - usually a good idea on Fridays, 'cause all the freelancers drop in - but had to abandon the idea in wake of accident. Dammit. Really not looking forward to being laid up all weekend.
Generally feeling sorry for self, etc...
Well, except that my ankle is now swollen and hurts like a bitch. I dumped the broken umbrella and limped home; now I'm lying on the couch and drinking a beer, and generally feeling annoyed at the world. Was planning on going to the office and seeing people - usually a good idea on Fridays, 'cause all the freelancers drop in - but had to abandon the idea in wake of accident. Dammit. Really not looking forward to being laid up all weekend.
Generally feeling sorry for self, etc...
