Oww...

[thedeadlyhook]

Guess 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...

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Ohh.... there, there. It'll be okay, Really. (hugs)