Day of (un)Rest

I used to love Sundays. Cups of tea in bed, getting up for Grandstand, and gravy. Those were my Sundays.

Now, I don't usually get to sleep on Sunday nights. Not because i'm out galavanting with friends or urinating my student loan up against a pub wall, but because of the incredible amount of pain I've been inflicting on myself.

I fractured my wrist on Sunday.

The most important piece of writing in my academic career is due in on Friday and I go and bugger my wrist up. I should point out that I was actually trying out a friend's skateboard which happened to have a few screws missing (thanks Andy). I think I'll stick to the longboard.

I've picked up more injuries in the space of a couple hours of skating than I have since the days of secondary school rugby and playground football.

It's all for a good cause though............