Well, you know how you bang yourself on something and then later, when the bruise appears, you don't remember doing it? That happened with my ankle. Except I think I chipped a bone, so you'd think I'd remember doing THAT.
Hmmmmm.
And it's Friday. If the District doen't call today, I'll be double pissed. Oooooh, I'm such a badass.
I just wanna know what I'm doing next year! Is that too much to ask? And I have a slight case of OCD, so I'm tending to obsess about it. Only now, God gave me a busted ankle to divert my attention.
She works in mysterious ways.
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