Like I might as well just quit this life. Had another awkward bastard wasting my time at work - spent 2 hours on that. Decided I'd blow off steam and go to my running group. Was all going well, until my foot landed in slightly the wrong place and I face/rib planted on the pavement. Knees and hands took brunt, but then crashed into my arm with my ribs. It's bad enough now, tomorrow it's going to be full on agony, and I know how these things go with me - I'll have months of it. So sleep is fucked, exercise is fucked, and all because I tried to do the right thing. Now I'm in pain and made a spectacle of myself so I'll probably never go back to the group again. I'll probably end up on serious pain relief, which is my major vice, had managed to leave that alone, but fuck it what's the point.