This week, I...
- Billed 50.5 hours at work.
- Commuted back and forth to NYC (twice) for a total of 10.5 hours.
- Attended classes at school for 10 hours.
- Commuted back and forth to school (three times) for a total of about 4 hours.
- Attended a student group event at school for 1 hour.
- Went to lunch with zohra, yasmeanie and baronadhemar for just short of 2 hours.
That seems to come to 78 hours, and it hasn't accounted for meals (irregular), homework (that's what weekends are for), and sleep (clearly for the weak). Finals are coming, I have a 20 page paper due in ten days, and I'm just coming a bit unglued.
Somewhere in there, I also wrote an angry letter to the West Haven Chief of Police. I got a callback the next day from the Detective whose voice-mail I've been calling weekly (with no call-backs). I clearly understand both the law and the process he's supposed to execute better than he does. Unfortunately, I can't do it for him, since citizens are just criminals that haven't been caught yet.
I had nice telephone conversations with baronessmartha and osgkar. I watched a couple episodes of Scrubs. I took apart the shoe rack in the closet, explored the attic space, and discovered that it was all for naught. Oh right, and the Mustang's in the shop and those bastards never call me back, either.
It's been a hell of a week. Hopefully, next week will be better.
Oh, and my LJ Mojo depressed me enough that I didn't want to post it.
Apparently, sometime late last week, I ate some tainted food. Not really sure, but by Saturday, my digestive system was expressing severe discontent, rating as probably the 3rd worst of my life. I basically gave up eating on Sunday; Monday I indulged in two scrambled eggs, two slices of cheese, and a few M&Ms.
So last night, around 9:30 I was taking the trash out. Somehow, while going down the concrete stairs with about 35-40 pounds of garbage, I miscounted the stairs or missed one. The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air, but with the knowledge that my right foot was (a) still in contact with a step, and (b) in a position in that was not compatible with the momentum of the rest of my body.
This ends badly.
So just before I hit the ground, the ankle goes 'POP' and frankly hitting the concrete meant that at least I was down. It would appear that various falling practice over the years still serves me well: my clothes were filthy all along my right side, but there are not even any bruises. While laying on the ground contemplating this situation, it is fairly clear that I won't be taking the garbage down after all.
So, Zohra came out, and helped get me inside. I iced it, took some IBUs, and eventually moved upstairs to bed. Did a bit of the ever popular tapping tests to determine the likelihood of a break (I think not), and went to sleep.
This morning it is sore and stiff, but I can put weight on it. Twisting is not too good though. A damn shame that I have to drive today though. I'm thinking my motorcycle boots probably have the best ankle support.
At least I don't have to work today. I'm trying to imagine Grand Central Terminal and the five block walk to AIG, and it would not be pleasant.
Sometimes I see friends-locked posts, and other times I don't. Right now, there is a post in jeep_squire's journal that I see on the MyLJ page, but I don't see on my Friends page. I appreciate that my LJ contributions and subscriptions pay for the nice new features and all, but I do wish that they could keep the existing features working.
Ah well. I just felt I needed to vent about that. If you post something, and don't see a response from me immediately, it could just be that I haven't seen it. Grr.