I feel exceptionally betrayed by my stupid ankle. For some reason, I was depending on little soft tissue damage, but there's no way to get the avulsion fracture the doctors described without ligament/tendon damage. Just! Break sounds so clean, relatively....and such a tiny one.
I have pointed out to my sister that I easily fail her pathological liar test. She's not revisiting her criteria, though.
It's about the number of "exceptional" things about yourself you can slip into one conversation (that's not technically about you). I'm the queen of inconsequentially "exceptional". I think her threshold is around six.
I bumped into a John Hughes marathon on tv. Do I own all the movies? Yes. Am I still watching the chopped up tv versions? Well, duh.
They're so PERKY!
For whatever reason my tired brain read that as John HOLMES. You can see why I'm laughing my ass off.
I've been exhausted all day -- barely able to get out of bed this morning, had to force myself to stay awake during office hours, feeling sick by the time I was done teaching -- but now that I can go to bed, I can't get to sleep. I don't know what's up with this.
Tried out my new manual ceramic burr grinder - grinding only enough for one cup didn't take too too much effort and made for a damn fine cup of coffee. In other breakfast news, smoked salmon and brie is pretty yum.
Dang it, I forgot to get smoked salmon at Trader Joe's yesterday. My breakfast is sad.
Timelies all!
At WorldCon, about to pick up our badges.
That's where I got mine!
Eta: smoked salmon, that is. I don't need no stinkin' badges.