Wednesday, March 03, 2004

My poor little ankle is angry with me. I woke up this morning all swollen and blue. Heeding the lesson that I learned from Marian's ankle-adventure, I called in sick tonight. I can't imagine washing dishes and schleping them around for 6 hours on this ankle. Also, I'm supposed to have band practice today, but I haven't even listened to the songs I'm supposed to know. I am a bad, bad band member. I know I have to stay off my feet for a while, but I don't know what I'm going to do. I think I'll do some more small business research, or maybe write a song, or watch a movie. I played the infamous mix tape at work last night and got a whole slew of compliments from strangers and coworkers about it. I guess maybe there's something universally appreciated about broken heart music.

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