Ouch, Ouch, Ouch

I went to yoga on Sunday afternoon and then worked yesterday evening. So I spent most of last night waking up in pain and staggering/crawling to the fridge to get ice packs and re-ice the foot every few hours. I also took enough aspirin and Tylenol to ulcerate my stomach and wreck my liver. (I'm livin' codone/Percocet free these days after the last bad trip when the bats came out of the wall and attacked me. )   :o)

Today (and it was a lovely, heatwave-free one) I went up to lower Queen Anne for a job interview at another McKinko's. It went okay. It would be really, really nice to be six blocks from work instead of a fucked up, five-mile traffic jam away from it. On the other hand, the manager was okay, the ass. manager was ... weird. Out of the frying pan, into the fire?

Owww ... my foot hurts.



Owwwwwchhhhh.

-- Mz M.