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Earlier last week, whilst making my way from the kitchen to my rooms down below, I somehow slipped and fell down the stairs. You can all laugh now. But this is the first time I've actually hurt myself and had evidence. First exhibit: A swollen big toe, which I was sure was broken but seems to have been healing lately, and it is no longer as swollen or purply. Exhibit two came along after the fact and did not present itself immediately: a large bruise on my butt that turned the most incredible shades of purple and red. Really, I wanted to take photos, but somehow the idea of posting a photo of my ass on the internet didn't really sound to be a good idea.

That was about a week ago. I've been hobbling around since and miserable because the (minor) injuries really make it difficult to be mobile. As if things weren't bad enough and I am stuck in the 9th circle of Hell in Northern Ontario.

There is only so much snow one can watch through the window.

Ok, it's not as bad as all that. But I do miss the hustle and bustle of the city. I miss the sound of traffic, and fire engines. London was famous for the sound of fire engines. But maybe it was only me that heard them.

Another off-shoot of being in rural Ontario: I am suddenly reminded of all the music I used to love. Like Bon Jovi when I was 12. Or the Spinto Band with Oh Mandy. I have an entire hard drive downstairs with 5 gigs of music I 'used' to listen to. Something tells me I may have a task ahead of me.

Anyhow, I have a job interview. So I'd better put some clothes on.