sheldrake

A little advice, for those who care about that sort of thing: shave your legs regularly! You never know when you're going to sprain your ankle and wind up in hospital having your pasty, hairy calves manhandled by some cute Scottish doctor or other. Hm. *nods wisely*

Also: please be advised that exercise is officially bad for you. Yes. This heinous injury was caused by the ill-advised borrowing of dandywalker's skipping rope, in a halfhearted attempt to not turn into a large block of lard. Won't be trying that again. Good God, and little girls do this sort of thing for fun?!? I was forced to crawl, sobbing (in a strong, quietly resigned sort of way, obviously) across the floor until I reached the phone. Um, and I had to get my mum to take me to the hospital, and when we got there she made me get in a wheelchair. And so there I sat, filled with shame and gratitude in more-or-less equal measures.

But hey! I don't have to go to work tomorrow! Clouds, silver linings, etc.

Oh yeah and I made a Scully icon.