I somehow managed to fuck up my knee yesterday at work. I'm guessing it's a sprain. It hurts like a bitch though. So today I got to make a few unproductive phone calls. I was refered to an othapedist by my doctor whom I haven't seen in 6 years. When I called the orthapedist they basically told me to call back when I have insurance or a workman's comp claim. The thing is that I've never seen workman's comp work well for anyone. And there was no real incident. I didn't fall, or hear a pop or anything. It just started hurting and got gradually worse. I'm so pissed that I can't even get anyone to answer the most basic questions over the phone without insurance. And I'm furious that at 26 I can't go to the fucking doctor. This is bullshit. Time for an ultamatum to the boss or a new job.

On a much brighter note, I was fed up enough with laying around the house playing invalid all day that I decided to suck it up and meet Welntaod, Alienprincess, DarkRabbit, Amazonred13 and her boy for happy hour, snacks, and Sin City. The movie was fucking phenominal. My only issue with it is that it makes me a bit sad to see Michael Madsen not being a real bad ass like the good old resivoir dogs days. his role was kinda crap in kill bill also. He's so much cooler than that. Oh well.