Fucketty fuck.

The good news is that so long as I don't bend my knee, move my leg, or put any weight or pressure on it, it doesn't hurt!

The related bad news is that if I do any of these things I get a sharp, intense pain under my left kneecap on the inside side. (By "sharp, intense", I mean "it hurts enough to make me yelp even when I know it's going to hurt like that".)

No, I have no fucking clue what I did to it, why do you ask? I got to keshwyn and jikharra's place, sat down on a cushion to eat my dinner, and my kneecap went "Snap!" I tried a cider-vinegar poultice on it on the principle that it couldn't hurt, and it may have helped, but not sufficiently, and not after the vinegar dried up.

Talked writing stuff with kaifu. And various people pondered hang-gliding lessons, which . . . oh, so fascinating. Failed to play any games, whups.

Er, in other news, I spent a week and a half or something insane like that banging on this next bit and have written about two hundred words. I think these may be the difficult two hundred words, though. ;P But that's why the wordcount posts haven't been appearing. Also, have been playing on Overland; there may be a journal entry about my satyr who is at the moment being much, much more darkly goaty than I was realising he was liable to be, but I think I want to try to draw him first.

... okay, sometimes my knee hurts when I'm not doing anything. Sheesh. Ow. At least the not-moving pain is a dull ache.

Still we sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys . . .

( jenett -- you may find this amusing. Or something. )

( This may not make sense to people who don't speak Changeling: The Dreaming. )

( So, about that goat I mentioned. . . )

Addendum: And this seems to be his themesong, at least at the moment.

( Log Excerpt )