  I hope you all realise this: I meant to take a break from blogging, from email, from sitting in front of the puter in general (since it was like 80% of my days for months) But finding out Ive a broken ankle? I cant possibly spend this much time on my butt without this outlet. Specially cause Im having my cable turned off. Too much money that I cant afford (and dont see as a priority). The thing hurts like a bitch, by the way. I was siphoning my wort into the fermentation carboy when my foot felt like a hot (and spicy! ) knife went thru it. Oops  I should be resting. Standing on one foot sterilizing tubing and fumbling with several gallons of volatile liquids (in their way I know, its not the right word for it). But yeah, I guess it feels like its broken. I guess I just shrugged it off like I was complaining too much.
You know? Ive so much going on, it seems like its not possible to be really injured. I dont have time for something like that. Like having a bruise on my knee when my hand is on fire. Other things have taken priority! As f-ed as that seems, walking/working out on a broken bone. You know of course you have a couple of broken toes on your right foot too, the MD says to me. God.
Still?! I ask, a bit less shocked than my responses tone suggested. Ive had my big toe irreparably broken for 17 years. And another for maybe ten. A cleat crushed it the same game that a girl kicked me so hard, my shinguard snapped in half and my leg shook on its own for about 15 seconds while I lay on the grass. Hit the patella tendon pretty hard; it can spaz out when that happens. North Huntington Beach did it at the Surf Tournament. We lost in the semis in a shoot outt. When I punched that girl in the face for tearing my jersey when I was trying to shoot.
And their coach got a red card. No wonder me and Amy are so crippled. I dont ever do this, but this week Im giving it a try. Mom encouraged me to take the risk. (ahem) Im not going to worry a smidge about the blunders of late. Im even working towards pretending nothing ever happened. And shes right; what else can I do? So its behind me. who cares but one person?! And Ill never see her again! Btw, Mom doesnt know about the blood lust.
Nor does she know of the new cat adoptions; shell mark it up as another example of my self-indulgence and tell me I should have only gotten one. I mean, I am self-indulgent. God bless her for being honest enough to tell me during a tearful conversation yesterday. but yeah I dont think its wise to get on myself for anything right at this time. Resolute discipline is beyond my capacity this weekend. 
