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My right ankle is 2 times the size of my other ankle. (I tripped and rolled my ankle during a run while training a new client. That looked really good.) But yeah, I can't walk. This is bad. This is really fucking bad. I have no idea how I am going to train my clients, let alone train myself.

I had some weird dream about harvesting babies. There was a couple that was trying to stop the harvesting, and a couple that was doing the harvesting, but in the end they were the same people and the cycle just kept repeating- they would realize they were the harvesters, freak out, and then they'd run, and end up running over a couple in their car, that was actually them. Really fucking confusing and weird. Wish I could explain it better, it might make a cool story.

But back to the ankle thing, I don't know what I am going to do. I guess I will have to cancel my 5 am client tomorrow, and see what happens over the weekend, but fucking hell, this makes me so upset. I was looking forward to training her. It just figures there would be another setback. Sigh. I hope everything is better by Monday. Cross your fingers for me.

Heh, tonight I start my Anger Management classes. This oughta be interesting. Christ almighty I feel utterly useless.

Tell me good stuff about yourselves so I can be happy for you.