THEY WERE FIGHTING AND WERE ALL LIKE ARRRR IMMA GET YOU BITCH BUT THEN, WHAT, WHY IS THE FLOOR SO SPRINGY. BETTER TEST IT OUT.
channeling my inner wallaby, perhaps. in any case, my ankles are profoundly unhappy about the week they’ve had (and by “week,” i mean “a period of seven days”). ice is on the menu, as well as some of those physical therapy exercises i was too proud/in denial/obstinate to do back when they were actually damaged.