This past weekend was, as usual, filled with booze and bars. This morning however, as I was walking down the stairs, I managed to slip and fall down the last few. So of course I got up, called in sick and went back to bed. When I woke back up I noticed that my finger was at a seriously odd angle. Off to the emergency room I went. Where, 4 hours later, I found out that I broke my pinkie. Now of course I'm stuck in a cast, and my friends have so generously nicnamed me Casty.
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(laughing outloud at work).... Are you still going to be in a cast on Sept 1st when I land in DC?
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