The title says it all, but I'll also quote what I said on Twitter earlier today:

I want a Bromstrom Repair on my damn right ankle, and after that, one on my damn left ankle Ten years of this spraining and hurting. Enough.

I am behind frustrated because I can't possibly see how I will get to Kyoto and Nara next week, if I'm still like this. Aaargh.

For the record, I did not fall into a ditch this time. I did not walk into a sign. I was walking on level pavement on the sidewalk. I stepped onto a sewer cap, which might have been a few millimeters lower than the the surrounding pavement. And my entire right foot just flopped sideways. I don't understand why my ankles keep doing this, I really don't.

I have a wonderful amount of blogging that I want to do about my trip to Hiroshima this weekend and finally getting to meet the wonderful Nadia Lee and her husband, Hero Material.

But I seem to have given myself a mild concussion, so please stand by.

In the meantime, I want to discuss something else! Why am I such a clumsy individual? Are other people out there? Is there some reason that I manage to injure almost anything that can ever be injured, in the stupidest ways possible? (Current injury cause: slamming my head into a taxi door by accident.)

Surely, I'm not the clumsiest person out there, am I?

My husband's theory is that even though my glasses and contacts correct my vision a huge amount, they're not perfect. Combined with my natural klutz tendencies, he thinks that I just simply don't see things. But if his theory is correct, then why don't we hear all these stories about the vision-impaired injuring themselves? What am I doing wrong??

(ETA: Anyone who suggests that I need a cane like a blind person, or that I should avoid going anywhere will be instantly deleted. I can safely drive a car. I am not legally blind. My glasses and contacts correct me to somewhere in the range of 20/30-20/40, although my ophthalmologist keeps telling me it's as close to 20/20 as he can get it.

Also, I went to Odyssey last year with someone who IS legally blind, and she got along just fine in everyday life. In fact, she has better knife skills than I do, which is really neat. =) So I don't easily accept the argument that my vision means that I should limit my activities.)

Yes, this is a spoiler-filled post.
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It's the look that gets me at the end--the look that Finn gives to all the other Glee kids during "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" when Rachel has her head on his shoulder. It's the look that says he's the luckiest guy in the world, and don't you wish that you were him. It's the look of utter content and bliss and absolutely everything that being in love means when you're 16.

I cry every time.

And it's the look that Puck and Quinn give each other, and the fact that you can still see that they care deeply about each other and that they're terribly, terribly in love still, even if they don't know how to make it work. Or may never make it work. Or may have just had the baby and will move on with their lives. But I'm a romantic at heart, and part of me wants Quinn and Puck to grow up and to have more babies together, that they keep as parents and raise together. Part of me wants them to be so happy, since I think they both deserve it.

The music was great. I adore Journey. The birth scene intercut with Bohemian Rhapsody was simply stunning.

But it's the characters that make me keep coming back to Glee, over and over and over. I love the music and I actually like the quick-moving plots and wacky writing at times. But god, I love these kids and this Glee Club more than I think you're supposed to love television characters. They hit on exactly what it's like to be a teenager; they touch this chord in me that resonates and vibrates, even though I graduated from high school eleven years ago. It's enough to make me want to be the reason that Finn looks like that--because it's the look that gets me everytime.

Let's assume that I have a large amount of money, which I'll tell you up front that I absolutely, without a doubt, do not have.

And then let's assume that I decided that I really wanted to do something fun with that money. Something not-boring. Something that I might actually enjoy.

And let's say, in this entirely hypothetical situation (because remember, I REALLY don't have the money this would require), that I wanted to start an online magazine. An online zine for short fiction.

What type of magazine and stories would you want to read?