In reality, I'm trying really hard not to be down about it, but it's not easy. This thing really kind of broke at the worst time. I'm trying to make the best out of it by doing amusing things like playing with digital ponies and doing adult coloring books per She Moved To Texas' suggestion, but... well, it's not exactly the same as playing with my ponies. Hopefully I can go to visit them soonish, once I stop sleeping 21 hours out of the day. (This is actually progress. Previously, I was sleeping 23.7 hours of the day.)
I miss my Rooster.
Anyway, at the risk of having this entire blog taken over by "waaaaah my ankle hurts" posts, I decided to start a blog about the whole broken ankle experience. So, if you are super bored feel free to check it out.