I mostly just sat around the house yesterday, and the one time I stepped out I sprained my ankle, so clearly I should have stayed where I was.

I went out to get a couple of Pepsis from the store, and I was walking back home reading Rolling Stone (it's all Maraiah Carey's fault!) and hit a giant crevice in the sidewalk and slammed straight down, hearing a loud "pop" in my right ankle.

I'm down there, yelling "FUCK THAT HURTS!!!" and I struggle manfully to my feet, hanging onto the fence of the house I crashed down by, and as I stand fully, shaking, this guy walks right by me!!

They say that people in New York are uncaring, but let me tell you, as a fifteen year resident, if this had happened in New York, he would have helped me. I'm constantly seeing people dive to help people on the street (and doing my share of diving). People in New Jersey are cold, man.

Anyway, I gimped home like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, traveling about an inch with each step, then took off my shoe and felt my ankle. No blue tinge, no really sharp pain, swelling but not a horrendous amount, it's a sprain.

Ouch.

Thoughts on the Golden Globes:

I knew that Kim Basinger was going to win because they pronounced her name right, and that John Lithgow would not because they got his wrong. And wasn't she surprised! Usually the actor's "Me?! O you shouldn't have, I had no idea!" protestations are clearly bullshit, but she was really knocked for a loop. As well she should have been, considering what the general consensus of her acting ability usually is!

Clearly, they started that human cloning some time ago--did you see Cybill Shephard's daughter?

Hooray for Calista Flockhart! Hoorah for Peter Fonda!!

That Ving Raimes is one classy guy.

Jaysus, what a bunch of dull, dreadful, unmemorable original songs there were this year! They should have had an award for best old song in a picture. What do you think, I Can See Clearly? Sister Christian? You Sexy Thing?

Christine Lahti was in the bathroom? This kinda thing doesn't happen at the Oscars!

Was Nicholson drunk?

On Friday night all of the upstairs folk got violently (and simultaneously) ill, and though Molly was fine on Saturday, both Cynthia and Fran were extremely dodgy. Fran told me an exchange between Cynthia and Molly that happened in the dead of night:

Cynthia was carrying Molly downstairs, then suddenly realized that she had to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible, put Molly down, told her to stay right there, then sprinted for the toilet, making it just in time. Molly followed, and said:

"Mommy, what you doing?"
"I'm just a little sick, Molly."
"You spitting from your mouth?"
"Yes."
"You sicking?"
"Yes, I'm sick."
"I sit and watch you!"

I don't blame her. How often do you get such quality entertainment in the middle of the night?!

I went to The Body Shop the other day because I needed some shampoo. I bought the shampoo and left.

I can break the cycle of addiction!!

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