Try stretching out your arch, sarameg.
Tara: That was funny if you've studied Taglarin mystic rites and... are a total dork... Riley: Then how come Xander didn't laugh?
'Selfless'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
aurelia - Oct 29, 2009 4:13:16 pm PDT #16014 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 4:13:20 pm PDT #16015 of 30001
Paper bag! Trash can!
msbelle - Oct 29, 2009 4:13:46 pm PDT #16016 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
scarf tie it to your head as a fetching stylish hat. what?!
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 4:17:43 pm PDT #16017 of 30001
aurelia, it only hurts to walk on it. I've been stretching and flexing and that doesn't hurt. If I press on the outside just below my ankle by an inch on the heel bone, it hurts, so that's the source of it.
beth b - Oct 29, 2009 4:33:52 pm PDT #16018 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Sounds like a bruise, sarameg.
Not much help, because I still can't tell you how you got in your sleep
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 4:42:07 pm PDT #16019 of 30001
Or tendonitis of some sort. I hope I'm not doing it in the pool. I can't think how. It's been a banner week for sleep injuries. A few days before, I managed to put my hip and knee to sleep in such a way I couldn't tell until it began waking up, when I was sitting on the floor with rug burn in interesting places after my leg collapsed out from under me.
And then there is the mondo knuckle bruise from where I smacked it into the lane divider and the shin perma-bruise from the way I haul out of the pool. I'm in a bruise prone phase, sigh.
Lee - Oct 29, 2009 4:44:32 pm PDT #16020 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am pretty sure I didn't need to end the day driving up to my apartment complex and realizing from inside my car, with all the windows rolled up, that the whole place smells like sewage, and yet, somehow, that's exactly what happened.
Fucking Tino.
Sue - Oct 29, 2009 4:45:26 pm PDT #16021 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Oh no, Perkins.
Lee - Oct 29, 2009 4:46:36 pm PDT #16022 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's not really noticeable from inside, at least not yet.
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 4:49:05 pm PDT #16023 of 30001
Well, at least it wasn't emanating from inside...like when you come home to find your cat has had a shitastrophy.