In other news, my good foot may be broken. I went to the clinic today because it has been giving me trouble for a couple of weeks, and it got worse because I walked too much yesterday. Today it is all bruised and swollen, and, my doctor thought it was broken promptly followed by the disclaimer, "I am not a radiologist, though... I would give you crutches, but you would come in with a head injury next if I did." She knows me and my crazy body too well. Point is, it hurts. I go very soon for my mid-programs interview to talk about how we need to move forward with my degree and whatnot, and tonight's dinner is looking like a turkey breast tenderloin that is, sadly, frozen and pre-seasoned. Not much I can do with this foot like this. It limits me even more than I already was... So that'll get popped into the crockpot before I head to shoot some stuff for my buddy Michael Pharis' new independently independent film "The Rock of Gibraltar" tonight. Come to think of it, I need to go look over my lines. Keep me in your prayers, I am in a lot of pain... And someone come do my laundry for me... :(
