Agh!

This is definitely one of those days when I could use me a tousle-haired Newfoundlander with laughing eyes and a voice like whiskey in cocoa to come and serenade me, for lo, this day is deeply annoying. Or give me a shoulder rub. Or both. Extra bonus points if he brings his bouzouki.

Stupid automation system that doesn't actually work right. I have been spending pretty much every working moment of this day trying to babysit machines through what's supposed to be a painless automated setup process so that they can actually like, y'know, TEST STUFF. But does it work? NooOOOoOoOoooo...

!?$!%&(*(!, that hurt

So there I was with Great Big Sea belting out the live Road Rage rendition of "Old Black Rum" out of my computer speakers, cleaning up the bathtub in risu's bathroom in preparation for ravyngyngvar's arrival tomorrow, when I slipped and fell and landed badly on my right foot.

Ow. OW. OW, DAMMIT, that hurt.

I suppose it was my own damned fault, taking the sticky mat out of the tub because it was all funky and I wanted it to air out. That was just asking to slip on the bottom of the tub, which was still all wet. STILL, OW!

spazzkat heard me fall from all the way downstairs and came rushing up to help me back downstairs to the couch. He gave me an ice pack and some pillows, and now I'm lying here on the couch with my foot elevated and wrapped up in the ice pack as best I can make it--and it's awkward due to how I landed, my first two toes and the side of my foot are the places that hurt.

In conclusion, OW.

EDIT 9:03pm: Of course, now I just got a phone call from Yngvar saying that he's run into passport problems! :( He doesn't have the newfangled passport that you're supposed to be able to swipe through a reader--so now he's going to be delayed getting here if he's able to come at all. So I guess I'm off the hook for cleaning the rest of the bathroom tonight, but this was NOT the way I wanted that to happen. GAK.