Everyone, I successfully injured myself. Going to work this morning, someone mysteriously dumped half a gallon of water on the apartment steps and I slipped and twisted my ankle. It didn't hurt too much until I got out of work, after which I limped across the street to get a cab to take me to a hospital. The place was extremely rundown with a strange candler hanging in the main room. Everyone was helpful and struggled to understand my terrible Chinese, and I paid my slightly too high bill and got a black cab to my house. I'm now on some herbal pill thing and these patches that numb my foot with what smells like clove and licorice. I'm limping around the house. Wish me a quick recovery.
In completely impossible, shatteringly, unbelievably wonderful news, CHAD, CAT AND LEIF ARE VISITING ME IN TWO WEEKS. Wow. I'm elated.