Saturday, April 7

Ow.

My foot fucking hurts. I feel like the princess and the pea, only I'm no princess, and I feel the pea every time I step on my right foot, and the pea feels more like a flaming boulder then a measly little pea.

Like any redblooded American, I am enjoying the painkillers, but I'm finding that they're really not doing too much more than making me feel stoned without the paranoia. Which means I just get really sleepy. So tonight I tried popping a pain pill and sipping a few glasses of wine to dull the ache — a definite no-no, according to Suicidal Starlet Weekly.

And guess what still hurts at 4 a.m.?

My effing foot.

I'm going to bed. Here's hoping my dreams won't be all about work, like they were last night.

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