The weekend was nice before my fuck-tantrum, and then I think God decided to punish me for reaching my "fuck" quota for the month.
Saturday I woke up early thanks to my douchebag neighbors ('t's always the douchebag neighbors). Since I was up, and Mom is ALWAYS up early, we decided to go see a movie at 11:00. And what did we choose??? Guess...guess....
The 40-Year-Old Virgin!!!!
Steve Carell is officially my new celebrity crush! Look how cute he is...so innocent....so funny. The movie has actually gotten a lot of good reviews, and I can see why. It's hysterically funny thanks to Carell's sweet performance as a clueless 40-year-old virgin being "helped out" by his macho friends. But I'll save further comments for a proper review....
After the movie we had lunch, we book shopped, and we swam for two hours. I have my tan back, but now I'm limping.
The limping leads us to Sunday. Sunday morning I STUMBLED, HOBBLED, out of bed thanks to the dogs barking at the douchebag neighbors (always the douchebag neighbors). I noticed my foot hurting, but I didn't think much of it. As the day went on the hurting changed from "oh, it hurts a little" to PAIN. PURE UNADULTERATED PAIN. I have no idea what I've done to my foot, but it hurts along the sinewy side-area. It feels like a sprain, but how do you sprain your sinewy side area??
My prognosis in the grand tradition of anal-retentive overreaction to body pain in the tradition of the rabid spider laying eggs in my ear when I had swim ear:
Obviously a radioactive spider, reminiscent of that one in Spiderman, bit my foot in my sleep. It was very poisonous, so now the muscles in my foot are beginning to liquefy, thus causing me great pain.
Why don't they just go ahead and hand over my honorary medical degree??
Yesterday, while I was bedridden because I couldn't walk, I got an e-mail from my Research Methods professor giving us our reading assignments for the first class (126 pages). I'm not nervous yet. I think I *should* be very scared, though.
TV: Today Show
Music: Boy Sets Fire
Reading: same thing