An Inauspicous Start To 25

Well, that sucked.

I severely sprained my ankle rafting. Acutally, the sad part is it wasn't wasn't even rafting: I twisted it about 270 degrees on a rock when we were scouting the big rapid.

Luckily, I didn't break anything, and the sprain is on my left (i.e. non-driving) foot. But I'll be on crutches for at least a week, and since the rest of my trip was hiking...well, I'll be back in LA saturday.

I mean, it was frustrating as hell, but it certainly could have been a hell of a lot worse. I'm just glad the damn thing's not broken.

And I don't have to be back at work for another week, so I can just chill with my foot in a bucket of ice instead of having to hop around the Fox Lot, so that's a small saving grace.

Anyway, I wish I could record audio on my Swiss Army Phone, because I could sing you my mom's family's traditional birthday song.

Here are the lyrics. Bear in mind they're Irish with a very dark sense of humor. This should be sung roughly like a funeral dirge:

Happy Birthday
Oh Happy Birthday
Misery and despair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday.

Okay, it's much funnier sung. But it was certainly going through my mind sitting in the Durango ER tonight, waiting for my X-rays.

I hope to hell this isn't a sign of the year to come. If it is, I should just find myself a cave now and not come out until I turn 26.