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Not. Having it.

So I sprained my ankle again.

I KNOW, OKAY?

But I had a little talk with the lord just seconds after it happened, me squeezing my ankle, gritting my teeth, tears in my eyes, and I said to him or her or whatever, "I am not having this bullshit again." And we made an agreement that this was the most temporary of injuries and that I would be up on my feet in no time.

And I'm not taking any of those terrible meds like I did last time, the ones that made me feel sorry for myself and give up all hope. (Seriously how do pain killers put you in any state of mind for healing? Worst. They should be used for experimental social purposes only. You heard it here first.)

And I took on some freelance work to keep my brain busy.

And I'm resting and icing and compressing and elevating. Eight hours a day, me and the goddamn couch.

And also, just, whatever. I'M NOT HAVING IT.

But I'll off of this site for a while. Hopefully just a week. No longer. Because did I mention I am not having it?

(11/17/08)