bugger, bastard and botheration!

I've torn a calf muscle and will be spending the rest of the weekend like a pubic louse, getting around on crutches.

So much for dancing my arse off tomorrow night (not to mention my vow to stop missing taekwondo class, for at least another 6 weeks). Even a Megabar-style Ladder of Death won't keep me from djing, but all of you lovelies are going to have to do my dancing for me, while i sit and watch enviously.

And i've left my 'Interview Me' questions at work, so i'll have to think them up again. Bear with me, those that requested some.

I wonder if i could find a stylish walking cane before tomorrow night.