Ask a stupid question (II)

I’ve been back to work a week since my injury.

I still can’t walk without crutches. I’ve learned that whenever people who haven’t seen you on crutches see you, they ask two things:
a) Are you all right?
and
2) What happened?

In the week I’ve been back to work, I’ve answered the second question with the following:
-Fell off a treadmill.
-I was being stupid.
-I could tell you but I’d have to kill you.
-Rescuing orphans from a house fire.
-Damn steel cage match!
-Damn midgets!
-Jack Bauer shot my foot because he thought I was withholding information.

I’m kind of running out of answers to the question. Anyone have any ideas? Best answer gets a box of Pocky!

My new footwear

So I went to the orthopedist. And while I won’t need surgery on my ankle, I won’t be able to walk for a few more weeks. I did however, get what M.C. Hammer would call “fresh new kicks.” (Although, I only got one, so it’s a fresh new kick):

pump it up

The best thing is it has that pump and valve. Just like the sneakers I wanted back in seventh grade.

Funny thing- after seeing the X-Rays, the doctor said it was the oddest break he’d ever seen. I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.

I get to drive again, so I’ll be back at work tomorrow.

In some of my spare time today, I wrote a new article for The Morning Toast on why weezer appeals to nerds. I don’t think they’re a nerd band, but I see the appeal. What do I know?

A victim of my own klutziness

I’m kind of immobile right now.

my foot

That’s my left foot. My ankle is broken. Happened yesterday and I don’t know how long I’ll be on the shelf for. This is what, the second or third time I’ve had to withdraw from the 2006 MLB season? They’re better off without me for the time being.

I should also take this time to thank the Civee for taking care of me (and Iron Mike for helping get my car). I drove myself to the hospital, but the Civee has done everything else.

I just hope I don’t get too surly from doing nothing over the next few days.