I'm stuck in bed after coming home from skiing with tenosynovitis in my foot, and I'm afraid I make a terrible invalid. I just hobble about, a folorn expression on my face, acting like a bit of a martyr for doing my own laundry. Though it was probably worth it to imagine Carmina Burana playing as I shuffled across the ice, off to a March-Of-The-Penguins-style battle against nature.
So, I'm keeping myself amused by listening to Vampire Weekend's new album, and online shopping. Two activities that never get old.