day 360

Oh dear. The magic 8 ball say outlook not so good. The magic 8 ball takes the form of a guy called Graham. He is going to try and fix my foot by Sunday. It turns out that I have stretched and kinda torn one of the ligaments that goes over my ankle. Imagine a well chewed piece of gum. now imagine stretching it until it starts getting holes in it. Yeah, thats essentially what I have done to my poor ligament. For my entire life I have wanted crutches, now that I have them I realise why people laughed at me when I used to say that I wanted crutches. Pain. in. the. arse.