Sarcasm is an adjusted stress reaction.

WHICH IS TO SAY, AMAZON'S LOOK INSIDE FEATURE HAS PROBABLY NEVER SPARKED THIS MUCH TUMBLR ACTIVITY.

Where the spoilers live.  More pictures have been emerging, and will probably continue to emerge.  I strongly recommend Tumblr Savioring "The Promise" if you don't want to be spoiled.  Or, indeed, if you don't care. 

( Spoilery talk. )

As you may have guessed by my repeated whinging references, I've been blocked on my Avatar Big Bang for a few weeks. Azula is just not the kind of character who responds well to emotional crises, even very small ones. (Small ones may be the worst, in fact. If it's a big one, there's always the option of a psychotic breakdown!)

Anyway, I seem to have finally gotten through it. Tip: if your Azula is feeling down, oppressing some peasants is sure to put a smile back on her face!

This led to what is effectively an outtake from the fic. I didn't even get as far as writing it, but it amused me enough to draw it.

( This is probably why all Toph's friends think dating Azula is a bad idea. )

The doctor gave me a medical certificate covering me until Friday, and a slip to get my ankle X-rayed if it's no better by Monday.

"It looks like a very bad sprain," he said, "but there might be a hairline fracture that's disguised by the swelling."

WELL, THANKS, DOC. 

Though seriously, I am familiar with the ways of sprains, and that's what this feels like to me.  On his recommendation I rented some crutches, but the only kind they had in my size were elbow crutches, which put a lot of strain on my hands.  So mostly I'm sitting in my armchair with my foot propped up on my desk chair (currently being iced again, because the swelling isn't going down at all) with my laptop in my lap and my desktop set up to watch TV if I'm in the mood.  And my quilting and my ebook reader are by my side.  Oh, and my sketchbook.  Boredom is not really a factor at the moment.

Two extra days off work would be a great opportunity to work on my Avatar Big Bang, especially since there was unexpected kissing in the last bit I wrote, but this kind of physical discomfort doesn't really lend itself to writing.  A summary of where I'm at:

Azula:  "Kissing you is not the worst thing I've ever done, but I'm not touching you again until you've bathed."

Toph:  "You are such a princess."

Azula:  "...that's kind of a sore spot.  I'll set you on fire as soon as I'm over this endorphin rush."

Incidentally, because everything I suffer these days is essentially self-inflicted, that rash I was complaining of the other day?  Yeah, if you're lactose intolerant, you shouldn't eat ice cream.  I JUST FORGOT, OKAY?  I mean, it was so long since I had ice cream, I just didn't quite make the connection.  So I have high-strength antihistamines and some hydrocortisone cream, which has taken out the itch, but I still have bright red patches on my cheeks.  GOOD TIMES.