Fuck you knee! Fuck you paper deadline! Fuck you physiotherapist lady! Not in a stellar mood right now. Should be working on my article, but I have to get on the bus in seven minutes, so it's safe to say that Kyla ne c'est pas GO for copytime. I knew I could have rattled off something crappy about a dismaying display of psychoticness by a certain Irish priest at a certain national event, but it just wasn't in me.

A physio secretary yelled at me today and told me I should be ashamed of myself for wasting funding by only going to one appointment at one clinic before switching (because she could only schedule me one appointment, and I'm moving to edmonton next week) to another one. I have no idea (had) how this shit works, so I basically became a verbal stone and hung up the phone on her babble. Wench.

I don't know what to do, but I'm starting to wonder if I even need physio. Sure, I run the chance of having a permantely weird gait or something equally awful, but think of the nicknames that could arise out of that. Bowie. Straggula. The Limper. Cripple. Gimptastic. MC Ligamentless. Pinnochia, the puppet missing a string. Right then, I'll go phone strathcona physio now. It'll be a pain in the ass but I'll figure it out somehow. Maybe they can fix my thumb while they're at it.

Your Icecream Flavour is...Neopolitan!

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It's funny, because I always pick out the chocolate. I don't like neopolitan ice cream.
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