Slow day.

My chat bar is gone. I don't know how I got rid of it, but it is.
If I'm not invisible, please tell me.

I rolled my foot stepping off of our granite porch last night.
Swollen. Purple. Painful.
I may need to get it xrayed because I can't bear weight on it. I just don't want the radiation.

If it's broken, I'm getting drunk. It's noon somewhere.