I sprained my ankle (potentially a hairline fracture, who knows) earlier this afternoon.
As such, I’ve lost my immediate zeal for blogging and replaced it with a love of ibuprofen. You understand.
So, in the interim, while I heal, here’s a shitty list of thing you might have easily gleaned from my del.icio.us links or from reading my thoughts.
Get out of my head, telepaths!
John C. McGinley is a softie. Though marrying a doula begs the question: is she pregnant already?
There you go. Bloggy goodness from an invalid.