I’ve been a bit distracted for the past seven days. I woke up this past Sunday not being able to walk due to pain in my ankle. For some people this would be worrisome. Since I’ve been to numerous doctors and specialists in the past for this problem (with no definitive answer as to why there is pain or to a possible solution), I was cool with it. I planned to tape my ankle up tight and walk it off, just like a typical male would do. After five days of walking around downtown in the government district (and two evenings walking around the campus of North Carolina State University), the pain’s gotten worse, and I’ve surrendered to the idea of getting off of it completely.

But trust me, I fought the idea, even buying some crutches. That is — buying crutches, falling constantly, cursing about falling, collecting lots of cuts and bruises. I’m kind of clumsy just walking around with two good feet, so I should’ve skipped the crutches idea. It was pointed out to me that you’re not supposed to look cool on crutches. Thus, I’m sitting at home, in pain, with my leg up, depressed because I’m missing this evening’s free Raleigh Downtown Live concert with Puddle of Mudd and Eve 6. Oh well, maybe next summer…