Ouch

So I think I blew my knee out today. Although, honestly, I don't even know what that means. I just know that I was climbing up stuff and jumping off stuff and running around and stuff all day long. And then, all of a sudden, I bent down at the knees to pick stuff up and when I stood back up I just wanted to die. So while I don't really know what it means to blow ones knee out, I do know that my knee hurts like hell.

So it's like 23 degrees outside and we still don't have the heater on. When I was coming home from work today I figured it wouldn't be a big deal...I'd just come home, put on a bunch of clothes, heat up the chili that was left over from David's last night, curl up with the heating pad on my knee (because god knows I'm not putting ice on it in this cold!), watch some Voyager, and play some Word Whomp.

Guess what? The house is absolutely freezing, someone ate all my chili, and the heating pad ain't workin'. So screw it. I'm turning on the heater. Because, damn it, if I have to lay here in pain with no chili, I'm not freezing at the same time. I realize that at some point I'm going to have to face the wrath of Ashley, but seriously, this is retarded.

Hopefully she won't come home tonight. She stayed at her fiance's house last night because it was too cold in our apartment so hopefully she'll do that tonight at well. That way I can turn the heater off when I leave for work tomorrow and then she'll never know.