See, but now I actually have a legitimate reason to. Yesterday I slipped on a patch of ice on the driveway and landed on my left arm, ended up having my dad drive me to the hospital, and found out that I'd cracked my elbow. When that happened, apparently when I hit it, it started to bleed a little inside, and the blood pushed on muscles or something as equally as stomach-churning (the doctor says it's called a "sailboat" -- because the misshapen little shadow on my x-ray that was blood is shaped like the sail of a boat. . .ooh hooooo, CLEVER PLAY ON WORDS THERE, ho ho. . .) So in any event, I'm in a sling and a brace-like thing now, at least until Friday when I'm supposed to go back for more x-rays.

Good news! I'm off from work for a week due to my winter war wound, since I'm gibbled and am only one-handed! It'll be my mini week holiday, huzzuh!

Bad news. I'm off from work for a week due to my winter war wound, since I'm gibbled and am only one-handed. . . Which means they're not paying me and, and my paycheck will be very tiny. . . ;_;

So for the next several days, I'm keeping myself pretty much house bound, considering I can't drive like this, things like doing my hair is pretty much impossible gimp-a-fied, and I can barely get dressed without dislocating something. (Except for Monday, in which I have to still go to Nait all day to do some Student for a Day program for the class I'm applying for this fall -- that is not going to be a fun morning. . .) Other than that, I foresee my plans mainly including lots of West Wing DVDs, and catching up on a lot of drawing. . .except that I can't hold my drawing pad. . .which I guess means I'll have to prop it up against something. . .which will be awkward. . . T-T

On a completely unrelated note, I got awesome seat tickets to A Night of Improv again featuring the Whose Line is it Anyway guys at the Winspear in June, which happies me. The tickets are part of my birthday present from my parents. Our favorite little, bald, Canadian-born Colin Mochrie is actually going to be there this year, so this time my sister and I are totally making our "We Love You Colin!" banner and will be waving it enthusiastically in the crowd. If at any point in the show Colin does his raptor walk, I will most likely have to be restrained from jumping the stage and glomping him right there.

Kay, that's it, I'm off. It's taken me fifty-six minutes to type this post, because I'm doing the one-handed, chicken-pecking thing, and it's extremely bothersome. I go now to watch some glorious Bradley Whitford.

(Oh, and the nurse behind the desk in the x-ray waiting room saw me and was like, "You're Sobeys girl!" The fact that I'm becoming increasingly more recognized around the city from working at Sobeys depresses me to levels you cannot even believe.)