Looking back, that peppermint frapp from Starbucks at 530 and then the Vicodin at 8 may not have been wise. My body is fairly relaxed and ready for sleep and my foot doesn’t hurt but my mind is like WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Our development team was working on a content management system for a corporate client. It was a big system that administered units produced in a variety of languages and applications and, as a result, required careful user interface design and a lot of backend code.
We were doing a show and…
THIS IS MY LIFE
80% sure I have a stress fracture or something in my foot. FUCK FUCK FUCK. Going to get an ace bandage and keep it elevated today while at work, but damn I really hope I didn’t fuck my foot up too bad.