Life hates me sometimes.

In case yesterday's tweet wasn't noticed, I think I may have sprained my left wrist. I was stressed - am stressed - out of my mind yesterday trying to get some semblance of homework done during Anya's nap when the upstairs neighbors started playing music with a rather intense base beat very loudly. Which Kieran interpreted as knocking or stomping and decided to bark. And being afraid that it would wake Anya I chased after him to reprimand him. During the chase my feet flew out from under me. I landed in a sitting position but put my hands flat out behind me to catch my fall. My right wrist took this fine, but my left wrist must have landed funny because it jammed into my hand upon impact.

Now, I'm still not entirely sure whether it's just jammed or maybe sprained. It doesn't hurt as intensely as yesterday, and I've been doing most of the usual things with it without too much discomfort. But if I twist it in certain directions, lift something too heavy, or exert too much force on something: ouch. So I'm also a tiny bit worried that maybe there's a hairline fracture in there somewhere. If it doesn't seem to get any better in a few days I'll probably go in to have an x-ray done just in case. If it's just sprained then all they're going to do for me is prescribe pain killers and stick my arm in a sling. Not really worth the hassle of an ER visit right now. And if it's just jammed, the soreness should dissipate in a few days.

And so back to stressing out of my mind. (If I smoked I would need a heavy duty cigar to calm me at this point.) I have got homework coming out of my ears and not enough time or patience to accomplish it. I have a one page paper due tomorrow, a quiz due on Thursday that I have to read 50 pages of material for before I take it, and a handful of programming assignments due by Friday. That's for only three of my courses. But instead of working on any of that last night, Ryan and I finally got out of the house alone. One of his friends babysat for us once Anya was already in bed for the night so we could go out and catch a late dinner and a movie together baby-free. And it was nice. Would have been nicer if I hadn't jacked up my wrist. Even nicer than that? Not having this ridiculous one page paper that I actually have to put in MLA format with citations due tomorrow causing me to be high strung today even after a nice night out. Welcome to my life. It's load of fun.