November 29, 2001 (twenty ought-one). I broke my right ankle. after getting the cast off, after what, a few weeks, a couple months? i did physical therapy for what, maybe a couple months? i dunno. but my ankle's always continued to bother me. in like june 2003, i moved from maine to ohio, where i'm sharing an apartment with my sister. and in december, i saw a physical therapist again. just once. then i realized i couldn't afford it. the bill for the first session came a couple months later. it's like $150 or something, and i dunno if i can pay it. i sure don't want to, cuz one session didn't do squat. it couldn't possibly. i do have some pills prescribed by a doctor. this week i ran out of them and neither my sister and i had any money, so i went without for a couple days. which was fine, i was off work, and didn't have to do too much walking. but we got the pills refilled yesterday, and i had one last night. this morning i forgot to take one. and of course, my first day back to work after 3 days off, tons of walking (just ask the pedometer on my Pikachu 2). i had a pill with supper but um, my ankle hurts. of course it always hurts even when i take the pills regularly. but this could be worse. hard to say.

tonight i watched new episodes of Kim Possible and Joan of Arcadia. fun fun fun! And the series premiere of Wonderfalls. meh. it was okay, i'll keep watching, but so far i don't care so much. taping Touching Evil, maybe i'll watch it tuesday, my next day off. okay, now i'll shut up, i want to get my internet rounds done by 11 and go to bed or whatever.