Thursday, June 24, 2004
I wish there was a good story to go with my twisted right ankle -- y'know, something along the lines of rushing into a blazing inferno to save a puppy from certain doom and getting whacked in the foot by a falling piece of debris on my way out. Unfortunately, there's no such story. I twisted my ankle stepping out of my parents house last night. I almost managed to rip off a small chunk of skin from my palm as I tried to stop myself from falling completely over.
// posted by Chris @ 8:23 AM 
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