...And Then the Day Got Worse.

I just got back from the emergency room. I was forced to go there -- despite the slight (teensy-tiny, even) chance that I had actually broken my ankle rather than just sprained it. I got there at 9pm and it is now almost 5am. That would be a grand total of almost eight hours sitting in a sad little waiting room to find out that my ankle. is. sprained.

Somebody whose name begins with "J" and ends with "amie" is on my blacklist right now for forcing me to go. To make matters worse, I got back and found that no love had been sent to me via the comment option. No one loves me or reads my blog anymore. Sniffle.

I must sleep.