It's not broken. I've sprained a ligament. Means there's nothing to be done but elevate it and provide support and suffer on through. At least it should only take a week or two to feel better. In the meantime, though - ouch.

If I've broken my foot twisting my ankle lunging for a tissue I am going to be so pissed off with the universe.

No really. It's not funny.

It's 3:30pm - do you know where your editor is?

(Well, I suppose I did want to get into publishing for the lunches.)

"That's the problem," he said. "I can't take it even slightly seriously. On the one hand, I've got Marilyn Manson, and on the other hand, I've got the seven fucking dwarfs on helium."

A definition of irony that you may not have hitherto encountered: chopping up a really perniciously juicy onion while listening to VNV Nation's "Epicentre".

I can't say that you're losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
Though I know where this is leading
(Please) no tears, no sympathy...