Last Saturday, I broke my foot. Stress fracture, hairline variety. I accidentaly walked the wrong way to get to a friend's gig after missing my bus stop when the next stop was three miles down the road, and I ended up walking about eight miles after spending 10 hours on my feets. I hopped off the MAX on my way home, and bam.
The doc told me that my current treatment methodology was sound. No drugs prescribed, much to my chagrin. I wanted vicodin, dammit.
Went and saw the friend's band play yesterday.
Met
I need to finish my reviews. And my resume. And my writing.