So yesterday just wasn't a good day for me. It was one of those days where everything seems to go wrong, and it seems like you get more pissed off the more people talk to you or the more you do something. Anyways, I had already gotten myself in major trouble with the wife. So....I decided to go downstairs and hit the punching bag for awhile. Nothing fancy, just a 70 pound bag we got for Christmas. So, I get some shorts on, some shoes, and a sleeveless tshirt. I had just started getting into a rhythm and was feeling better because pounding the crap out of the bag was just starting to make me feel better. Then as I was dancing around Rocky style, I twisted my ankle. ****. As if the day wasn't already sh!tty. So, today I'm just chillin watching movies, trying to stay off my feet.