That I'll be sorry in the morning.
This morning I cracked my toe. Bruised and broken. Tried to call off work, too shorthanded. I hobbled through my workday.
Then, tonight is the dance fest with my own DJ for a bitch.
I am not missing this. No siree.
I have been soaking my foot in epsom salt for the past three hours and it's limbered up quite nicely considering all the complaining it gave me today.
I do believe the quote of the day was, "I've never heard you say fuck so many times as much as you have in one sentence."
Yes, well, let me leave John's boots in the middle of the floor for you to crack your fuckin pinky toe on.
grrrr.
But, I now remember how good a foot soak feels.
Ahhhhhhhh.
Not looking forward to sekatas. I'm buying a gym membership so that I can work out in comfort, away from sekatas.
gotta make my fettucini and mow (rhymes with OW) it down.
lets hope that i got the swelling down, and can muster enough ibuprofen to make me believe that it doesn't hurt :P
boogie oogie oogie
Posted by hawkie at May 7, 2004 07:59 PM