For the second Thursday in a row, I turned my ankle at football practice. Now it's swollen on both side and kind of turning colors. Probably won't get to play the Vixens tomorrow and I'll also probably take next week of from practice to heal. The big problem is going to be moving... all those stairs. And they boy's leaving on Thursday to help his best friend for forever move from Arizona instead of helping his girlfriend of five months move. That bastard- where are his priorities?

Also, I crave Krispy Kremes