But my foot really hurts. And I don't know why. Something in the metatarsal. Let me stop lying. I know nothing about the bones of my body. But the front of my right foot before you get to my toes. I don't like it and wish I didn't have anywhere else to walk in the next week. After Wednesday I don't but it's Monday. I'm not feeling that. At all.
Just got done screening our films. Pretty good all around.
Now I get to go work on my thesis pitch for tomorrow and 15-20 page paper for Wednesday. Do the requirements of life never end? Yes, that was a rhetorical question. And yes, I know they never do. I'm suddenly in a bad mood. I must take my leave of you all. I have dishes to walk. Great. Can't wait to stand on this foot to make that happen.