Fuckity fuck... I've somehow fucked up my ankle. I can't walk, and yet I'm going completely stir-crazy here in my apartment. So against my better judgement, I went and hung out with Travis and Laura, which required quite a bit of walking. Nothing extreme, but probably more than one should exert on an injured limb. It looks like Achilles Tendinitis, but fuck if I know... I'm no doctor, I only reverse engineer symptoms on Yahoo Health. The problem here, however, is that I haven't done anything. I don't remember twisting it or falling down or anything that might result in this trauma... and a number of people have asked today, "What did you do?" or "How did you hurt yourself?" and I have no response. I just woke up yesterday and it was achy and I woke up today and it full-on fucking throbbed. I didn't do anything to it... which makes me think that it might be psychosomatic... but if this is just my brain making up pain... well, it's doing a pretty good fucking job. I wish I had an explanation though... because, without a proper incident, I feel like I'm coming off as begging for attention or making it all up. I'm going to start telling people that I twisted it while running from the cops with two grams of coke in my pocket that I was going to buy a whore with for a 12 year old boy that I'm engaged with pederasty with. At least then I'll have a story that screams that I'm begging for attention and/or making it all up... No sense in doing something if you're not going to go all the way with it, right?