I'm missing the Apple Blossom Festival

Blah, I forgot all about the Apple Blossom Festival and more importantly the parade! This is fascinating because I was discussing it only yesterday with a patient. Jeepers though, that was a whole eternity ago it seems. At any rate, I'll be going to bed much too late to get up that early, drive alll the way down there, hang out, have a lovely time, and then go to work. *sigh* It's a shame. I could use it. I was talking with my ASL teacher this afternoon about bellydancing (it's a long story) and I was telling him about this smashing troupe in SF. He was like "I miss out on everything, it's always work, work, work." I feel that way too.

So yesterday afternoon I smacked my ankle on a lame O2 tank cart thingie thing thing thing. It's like solid steel and weighs approximately 18,064 tons. There's this plate that sticks out that the tank sits on, but it sticks out farther than said tank, and somehow I managed to bang my poor yittle ankle into it. It hurt like hell at the time, and I recall thinking "hmm, I bet I'll have an impressive bruise from that move!" But alas, no bruise. I had somehow managed to forget about it until this morning when I smacked it into I don't know what in the exact same spot. It hurt like hell, if you're interested. Don't you wish you were cool like me? Admit it, I won't think any less of you.

So I've been really into Pink Floyd lately. Maybe I'm depressed, I always associated it with that. Hell, I should be.

I have a few new lines to add to the "Julie's Smashing Lines" file after hanging out with Jason tonight. I'm not too terribly in the mood, though.

*sigh*