So I somehow managed to injure myself in the act of making chili and guacamole this weekend.
I woke up on Sunday with a dull ache on the bottom of my foot, like it was bruised.
So I made the brilliant move of walking to and from the concert as well as going to the concert and standing on my injured foot for several hours in the club concert theatre where the show was held.
It was totally worth it because, Neko Case.

But today when I woke up my foot was 150% worse. I have been actually limping around all day.
I don’t know if you realized, but it is kind of* cold out.

I haven’t eaten dinner. I managed of all my weekend’s feasting, to have left over one avocado and some cilantro.

Oh my god, someone in my house is singing that “I need you like water, like breath, like raaain” song. But just the chorus. Over and over and over. Who are these people?

I need food. And I can’t put weight on my left food. Who wants to bring me soup and pat me on the head? Bueller? Anyone? Bueller?

*Read: astoundlingly..