it's the quietest day of the year

somebody told me i *had* to watch don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood, but luckily for them i don't remember who. it's horribly unfunny, and i couldn't manage more than ten minutes... the tourist is really fun, though.

physical mentions that didn't make last night's post:

1. the bit where my left thigh meets my left hip tightened up yesterday when we were almost back, and the first time sat down it *really* hurt me! i think i've stretched it out enough since, though...

2. hah! and the doctor wanted me to take medication; my ankle's just fine, thank you.

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i had intense dreams this morning that were totally nuts and nothing short of inspiring. i need to get writing, but... not today...