So...yeah.  

We've been LOVING Dance Dance Revolution.  Played it for hours last night, played when we got up this morning, played when we got home from our outing today, and kept going all the way until around 9:00.  Whee!!!!  Big fun, lots of laughs at how terrible we are at it, but at least we are bouncing around a lot getting sweaty-ish, so that's good, right?

Until, I mentioned offhand that my ankle was hurting.  Which was my cue to stop.  BUT NOOOO!!!!  I wanted to keep going!  Which is why I rolled the living shit out of the very same ankle that I sprained about a year ago, or maybe less than a year?  I'm not even sure how long it has been, but ever since then that ankle has never been the same.  It has always felt weak and like it was trying to roll over, so I've learned to walk carefully, and take stairs and curbs cautiously because of it.  Which only makes it all the more stupid of me to not be careful with it while hopping and stepping around like a fool.  What did I think was going to happen?  

We decided to take a break and watch a movie, which then led to my ankle stiffening up.  When our nephews called and wanted to play XBox Live with Charles we had to stop the movie in the middle, so I decided to come upstairs and almost couldn't make it without just giving up, sitting on my ass and bumping my way up each step.

So the moral is that even though there is no required age limit to play DDR, there should probably be a minimum I.Q. level requirement stated up front.  Whatever that level is, clearly I do not meet it.  I should probably just go to bed and read for a while.  And then I'll probably poke myself in the eye with the corner of the book, or accidentally suffocate myself with my own pillow.  Is this the first DDR injury in history?  I should probably check.  This might be my one chance at becoming famous.  Except I don't want to be famous, I want to be rich.  Shit!  Out of luck again.

Dang, I have lots of reading to catch up on around here! Not sure if I will have time to today, or even soon, because I'm due back in Hell right away, but I intend to get back around here regularly eventually. I had challenged myself a while back to write at least 3 entries in a row that were completely positive, but alas, that proved to be impossible. Add to that the many circumstances that have been making me very super-ultra busy lately, and not in a good way, and what you get is me going sort of AWOL for a bit. I've also given up on the "positivity" challenge, but that probably goes without saying.

On the plus side, hopefully, I have not taken any Zoloft in something like 9 or 10 days. Last time I went that long, I thought my brain was going to shimmy itself right out my left ear, but this time I'm having an easier time with the withdrawals. OH! And last week I rolled my ankle and took a giant digger in the parking lot when I was leaving work. It was awesome, because afterward I got to walk around WITH AN ALUMINUM CANE, for DAYS! And I went so long without a shower that I reached the point where I couldn't even stand my own smell! And even now, 7 days later, I'm still sporting the ankle wrap that I will apparently need for a while, and the GIANT, SEXY scabs all over my other leg are now at the stage where they itch tremendously! Who's jealous? (Not Nellymom, because she has me beat with her ultra-sexy air cast).

Charles has been incredibly sweet to me through it all, including but not limited to, bringing me Church's fried chicken (my very favorite!)for lunch on Friday when I was still trapped downstairs, and doing dishes, and grocery shopping, and bringing me peroxide to wash out my gaping wounds. I don't know how he tolerates me, but I'm very glad that he does.

Hope everyone is well. I'll try to catch up soon!