I don’t know how, but I’ve managed to seriously injure my foot. I think its ligament damage of some sort. I’ve been a good girl and stayed indoors doing absolutely nothing for the past two days with my foot elevated and iced, but still it’s swollen and so so sore. And I’m extremely bored. The worst part is there’s no crazy story to go along with this mysterious injury. I think I’ve just been walking around too much. Booooring.
But on a happier note, our first potluck Sunday went very well! It was, by pure fluke, an entirely vegetarian meal, and entirely delicious. And the best part is everyone brought way too much food, so much of it was left in our fridge for lunch the next day. Also, everyone was very impressed with the calibre of beauty that is our apartment, so it was another ego boost in that department. It’s on again for next Sunday, but we’re having a different batch of people over. One of Jenna’s co-workers birthdays is coming up, so we’re having her and a few others over for a little soiree. We’ve also decided to go clubbing on Friday and Saturday, so it’ll be a lively weekend. So long as my foot gets better (the little bastard, ruining my fun.) We’re also cooking our friend Daniel dinner tonight, the lucky lad. Some sort of pasta, I think. I don’t know why we insist on holding all these dinner parties when the kitchen is the smallest room in our apartment.
I’ve decided to hold off on the job search until next week, at least until my foot feels better. I can’t be attempting to limp around Edinburgh for interviews, or it’ll never heal. So for now I’ll just lock myself in our apartment… alone… with my stupid foot. Don’t be surprised if I start talking to it, as it’s my only company during the day.
Ta for now.
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