From the Big Yellow Taxi files: I never knew how great it was to be able to walk places freely and without pain.

Now that I can’t, I realize how often I like, stand up to get things and stuff.

For instance: the getting of hot chocolate, to most efficiently deliver the sugar I need to answer the phone cheerfully and not yell at women who call and insist they ordered something from someone named Bailey yesterday (which they didn’t because there is no one at our company named Bailey) and insists that it was my company even though it obviously wasn’t, involves three separate instances of getting up from my desk. One to start boiling the water and combine the hot chocolate powder with the milk (so it dissolves better, duh) and then one to actually add the hot water to the hot chocolate, then a further walk to the kitchen to either make more hot chocolate (usually the case) or to either put my glass in the sink or wash it.

Now, because I live in res still, laundry is like the most complicated process ever. It shouldn’t be, because we have laundry machines in the basement. But it involves walking all over the damn place (I have to put money on my laundry card in a WHOLE OTHER BUILDING THAT IS ACROSS THE STREET FROM THIS BUILDING), and then standing a lot and even carrying things, not to mention lots of stairs. I shouldn’t have to do this, MY FOOT HURTS.

“I shouldn’t have to do this, MY FoOT HURTS,” is kind of my motto for the week. That and, “I have a MINOR INJURY that INCONVENIENCES ME and causes me to WALK SOMEWHAT MORE SLOWLY. BE NICE TO ME.”

Seriously, I know that it’s not affecting my gait that much, but it’s affecting my gait that much–I just sort of walk slower and favour my right foot–but I feel like it’s really conspicuous and everyone is staring, staring at my useless, loafer-covered foot.

Meanwhile, I look mostly fine, so I keep wondering why people keep brushing by the girl with the limp and, like, not stopping and giving my candy and telling me I’m pretty every five feet.

From the “At least I have the internet” file: New Arcade Fire song. Is pretty good.

At least The OC is on tomorrow.

*The ball of my foot. Heh. Heh. I said ball.