Pobre mi!

I twisted my ankle a few hours ago while trying to leave the house. After sitting and whining about it for a few minutes, I got up and went to HEB, Dollar General, and Wal Mart; someone should give me a cheap medal. I've been home since and propped it up with ice, but it's started hurting even worse and we can't find the crutches. I just hope they didn't end up the way my Twilight posters did, or I really might have to raid a room.