Bloody ankles.

[l_l_o_y_d]

Yes, BLOODY ANKLES.
Pain, pain and pain.
I confess to being in class right now.
I'm not listening to a word that's being said.
It HURTS.
I tried moving my foot around incessantly.
I tried sitting on the goddamn ankle.
I tried listening attentively to the seminar lecture.
It all failed.
Charlotte is being evil and doodling more geometric figures in her notes.
It's spring. In other words, allergy time.
I have no antihystemines or acetaminophens.
Result: DEATH.
*Sigh*
I want to go home...