So I rolled my ankle and tore a ligament on Thursday night at bball. It wasn’t even a serious game, as the other team forfeited because some of their players were stuck in traffic. No ref. No scoring. Yet I go and injure myself! Insert ‘lame’ jokes here.
As a result, I’ve got myself a mattress on the loungeroom floor and a lot of marking to do. Perhaps I’ll take some more codeine and drink half a bottle of wine, whynot?
McNeil and I have SO much in common. Perhaps we’re meant to be together.
