As I was making my breakfast this morning (or reheating my eggs, rather) there was a knock on the front door. It was a nice Latino man asking if that was my car parked out front. Why yes it was. Well he wanted to warn me that there was going to be some street pavin' going on so I might want to move it. I told him I'd be gone in 10 mins and he said something to the effect of "I think eets OK" so I continued with reheating my eggs. Luckily I had just enough time to pack up my sh.. ummm.. stuff and escape. I had to move around some cones and red tape, but I escaped the neighborhood successfully. My heart goes out to the people stuck at home today who were unable to move their cars in time. I wonder if that's a valid excuse to not go to work. I warned Jason about the street closure (he gets lots of beauty sleep), but he said he's be fine. He'll ride his Vespa on the sidewalk if need be. Super.
Today I have 2 finals to take: advanced business communications and operations management. Both will suck, but I'll do fine I think. I also get to go see a friend at the Physical Therapy & Sports Rehab center at school because my cankle is still hurting from my sprain back in December. Yes that's right CANKLE. It's no longer an ankle.
RIP left ankle, 1982-2007
We had some good times, me and that ankle. Hopefully there will be a resurrection or reincarnation of some sort.
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Keep up the humorous posts. I love reading them.
Hopefully your finals went well. Now hurry up cankle, make your return as a stronger ankle.
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