So on Sunday night, on my way to orchestra rehearsal, the bus is running late, as I get off I step into a hole trying to run across the street, and all of a sudden, my ankle is five times its normal size. And I am seriously horrid at using crutches.

And my Ballack Chelsea shirt was under a pile of laundry. Thankfully, that laundry was clean, but I can't wash the dirty stuff because I can't get down the stairs.