i just stood up to fax something and my right ankle say "oh no you don't, you just slow down there tiger" and shot through with pain. but i told my ankle to shove it and pressed on, convinced that if i just shook it out or rotated it this way and that, the painful bit would pop back into place.

but, i almost fell in the hall doing that because i rotated, i shook, i stepped down, i thought i was going to die it hurt so badly. i grabbed for something to support me and came up with sweet sweet corporate wall. i regained composure and limped down to the restroom, defeated.

so, if i am walking a bit gingerly on that foot and look a little like keyser soze before the kobayashi coffee cup falls to the ground, shattering in illuminatory light and narrative overdub, that's why.

furthermore, it seems that most of the people who work on my floor are somewhere else today. it's like friday, except the Co-Worker is here trying to conceal his raging hard-on over the palm pilot he just got. but not so well.

and, he is singing country really loud while he does it too, even PATSY CLINE.

god, hates me.

have you ever gotten a charlie horse in your foot and just sat still, not stretching it or rubbing it just to see how long you can take it? it really fucking hurts. but the relief part, after the spasm subsides, feels really good.

i'm not sure the one is worth the other, though. there are plenty of pleasurable things one can do to feel a nice rush of relief. and only some of them are illegal.

what i really want to do is get a cat for jason. he is probably better with cats than anyone i have ever met. plus, i worry that he's too lonely in that big apt of his and i worry that he's not got enough going on other than work in that barren wasteland in which he lives. i thought TO was bad, but that place is like...TO sanitized for your protection, then humped with a triple-bagged tee tee. the kids that grow up there must grow up completely insane. i'm totally serious. coo coo for coco puffs insane.