Trí labra ata ferr túa...

Man, this sprained ankle was good for some attention the first day, but now it's just getting old. I had to cancel a counseling appointment and I'm waiting for the salon to open up so I can reschedule my hair appointment.

Have I mentioned that I really hate my crutches? I do.

I am bored and I am cranky. It is perhaps best for society that I am pretty much sofa-bound at the moment.

Oh, and my ankle hurts. I took a naproxin sodium tablet at around 7 AM, but there's still pain. I'll try another one before I reach for the generic Darvoset, which skips making me giddy/stoned and shoots straight for unconscious. I am such a sucky patient.

The good news is that Summer Classes were over last Thursday, so at least I don't have to try and teach like this. And I got to Laurel yesterday to turn in grades (I had no choice: they dock my pay $100 if I don't turn in grades both on time and in person.) . Thanks greyhalfdrow!

In other news, on Saturday August 26th, I start running an Angel game. The premise is that with Angel and Spike incapacitated, the PTB are shopping for a new champion. So I'll be running a group of candidates (the players) through various tasks they'll have to deal with as champion. I have a few ideas, but am interested in more (I'm looking to run a 22 "episode" "season.") Comments are screened because I am evil and don't want my players to know what's coming--mwahahahahahaha! Also because right now I am a cranky bitch with an ankle that hurts like hell. Who just realized that the naproxin sodium is IN THE FRELLING BEDROOM.