Whine

I'm not trying to make excuses for not jogging today, or sound like a whiny brat, but...

Several days ago, I hit my ankle on one of the many chairs that like to hang around my room. It's the same ankle that I fractured and sprained and sprained yet again over the years, so it's not like it was the most fit part of my body. Anyway, it was scratched and bruised so I didn't want to cause it undue stress, even though I've been jogging over the last few days.

But somehow there's always been more annoying things (rather than medically dangerous things) that keep hurtling themselves in my path. Like goddamn mosquitos the size of loonies. I had one hanging out around me that I couldn't kill until yesterday and it somehow gave me five bites, including one on my ankle bruise.

That's another thing I hate about summer. :(