6/5/05 09:14 am
I sprained my ankle. How, you ask? Not in some daring rescue act! Not in an impressive atheletic feat that won me the gold! Not even in an attempt to make it to a class on time and maintain my reputation as a good student.
No. It was walking up three stairs. Palm of hand, meet fore of head.
I'll be charged an arm and a leg for the emergency room visit and this excedingly primitive strip of stretchy material also. I wonder if they will accept the leg with the sprain? Probably not, because what foot can be unable to wear a flip flop and still be cool?