Good Night, or shall I say good morning? An old high school friend was here so I'm going to hit the hay soon. As far as I know, CB is gone, so all is well again. Isn't it funny how you forget some of the little things from just 6 or 7 years ago? I mean, I remember some people glueing my fingers together, but I don't remember hearing how SOMEONE was running around his house in his underwear one night! Or, the time they snuck alcohol on a school function! Those boys, I swear!

In other news, I'm trying to decide if I should go to the doctor again or not. I have a bump on my ankle that has the stress fracture and the entire ankle area hurts. Any suggestions?