EXTREME CLOSE-UP! YEAHHH!

So last night I was changing the bandages on my injured foot, and something about its rawness and redness and injured-ness compelled me to take a picture. I know, it's gross. It's not like this is the bloodshed blog, so if anyone is grossed out, I apologize. But sometimes I want to post about charming books I am reading about German linguistics professors, and sometimes I want to post about how my feet are torn up and bloodied by my encounters with the world. (And yes, those are my cute plaid pyjama pants. This is a great day for Jocelyn-stalkers everywhere--a picture of my bloody foot AND a picture of my pyjamas!) (Apparently, "pyjama" is not the correct spelling, as the friendly blogger red-wiggly-line tells me. But I have no idea what the correct spelling IS, and also, I have always spelled it that way, so I think I have immunity. We have to grandfather in whatever the new, unknown spelling is. Basically, that is a long way of saying that I am not going to fix it.)

This Monday is Heritage Day, or Have a Long Weekend in August day, and I am getting full civic holiday mileage: missing work AND class. I shall use the extra day to celebrate my heritage, possibly by baking some fortune cookies or belly-dancing. Also, today and tomorrow I am in a very good mood because of the proximity of the long weekend. This morning I felt like that guy in the viagra commercial--not because I got lucky, but because there is a looming long weekend ahead, I get to go see a Werner Herzog movie tonight, and my shark research project is being more than adequately funded. Also, I know this makes me a dork, but I had a really productive, functional meeting yesterday in which many of my problems were potentially solved--most of them by XML. This is the opposite of scooters, it's anti-scooters.