It’s probably not a good thing when broken bones become so commonplace that you just sort of shrug them off and go about your day.

I’ve had so many stress fractures in my various feet that I can tell when a new one has formed. My left foot is several shades of broken, but there isn’t a heck of a lot I can do about it. The best case scenario: I pay to get it x-rayed, and they stick me in an air cast for a month. Then it’ll break again, and we do the whole dance from the top – ow this hurts, ow this hurts to the point where I can’t ignore it anymore, let’s go see someone who won’t fix it, hooray it’s time to wear an air cast. So, I work around it. Tylenol is candy-coated these days!

My accident-free streak has been broken. I apologize for my alarmist Facebook status; this time I actually didn’t *mean* to be misleading but I was in a hurry. The “accident” in question is minor and doesn’t involve Oscar at all; I burned my hand pretty badly last night while making delicious chicken burgers. It’s been quite some time since my last incident – in fact, I can’t really remember what it was – so imagine my dismay when I realized my hearty streak of being in one piece was broken. Add my burn to my broken left foot, and I’m no longer healthy at ALL. I’m a walking limping mess! I am, however, still jolly, so everything is super.

I got a present at work today! Yesterday I was talking to my favourite coworker about where to get those reflective pride rainbow stickers, because Oscar is sorely lacking in teh gay. Today when I got to the Lab, there was a big reflective rainbow heart on my keyboard from the aforementioned favourite coworker. Yay! Oscar will have pride, and I have the squee!

So far, I am holding quite strong against the allure of a new toy – I have not yet jumped on the stylish and sleek iPhone bandwagon. Basically, it boils down to my not being willing to end my Bell contract just yet – I get a delicious 35% discount on my total bill, and my Samsung u740 is still a pretty neat toy. Also, last night I set up a secret email account on my iTouch so now it’s even more useful than it was two days ago. As long as I have wifi, I can do anything those iPhone nerds can do. Um, except place calls. Or take pictures. Or use GPS, or sync with my Outlook calendar, or ..

Shit, I need an iPhone.

Speaking of phones, Ed’s been complaining for the last month that he is sick to death of my ring tones. I’ve been using the intro to Can’t Stop by the Chili Peppers as my text message notification for a couple of years, and as I get a lot of text messages, it plays often. Loudly. Nonstop. He pretty much demanded I change it, so I did (to Shut Up and Let Me Go by The Ting Tings) – but while I was at it, I changed his profile ring tone to Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

He called me this morning while I was at work, and effectively Rickrolled my entire office.

Awesome.

The Xtreme Accountant has already complained that the song is now stuck in his head.

Unintentional mission accomplished!