cabin fever

i sprained (or fractured, but without insurance, we'll never know...) my ankle on sunday night, so for the past few days i've been rather house-bound. i feel like i'm cracking up. not a sylvia plath, i-think-i'll-go-stick-my-head-in-the-oven type of cracking, up, but i'm feeling a little cage-sick at the least. it isn't very nice to lose your mobility, especially if you're the 'born to run'-type like myself. not that i'm particularly industrious, i just like the option of movement. so tonight i am dragging my crippled ass out to sing and to drink, two of my favorite things. i might add that this emotional sludgy place is also helped along by my monthly cycle and lack of sunlight. i wish that winter would go away. i want summer. is it alright to whine, when i don't really have anything to whine about? i just want to bathe in chocolate cheescake and meg ryan movies while getting a pedicure and a shoulder rub. is that so much to ask? oh, and can i have a nice glass of pinot noir?