I think I'll have to call in sick tomorrow morning. I hope they'll accept my "My ankle throbs in time with my pulse and my knees feel like they're on backwards" excuse. Because I had a hard enough time hobbling from my kitchen to my computer. I hope they don't expect me to walk to work tomorrow morning.
On a happier note, I'm in love with my new, half-finished dress, and my roommate and I bought our tickets for Cirque. I'm so, so excited to go.