Saturday night, I discovered that there's a relatively new Asian food place in Tulsa, in the neighborhood I moved out of two years ago. That alone would be enough to make me a happy Terrence, but this one delivers! Hooray! I no longer need to leave the house when I want lo mein. The place, by the way, is called "Asian Food Delivery." Bless their simplicity. We don't need another Golden/Jade/Happy Dragon/Lotus Palace.

Also Saturday night, while leaving the Asian Food Delivery place (had to get a menu), I steppped off of the curb and halfway into a hole in the parking lot. Thusly, I twisted my ankle rather viciously.

For some reason, whenever I'm in a lot of physical pain, I laugh. Jason always thinks it's funny whenever I bonk my noggin on the cupboard door or knock my shin against something. My minor injuries amuse him. So, as I was hopping around the parking lot outside of Asian Food Delivery, laughing uncontrollably, Jason started laughing too. I tried to shout "Quit laughing at me, you @%&$!," but it just made him laugh more.

After the laugh fest subsides, I ended up couch-bound at home with an ankle swollen to twice its normal size and a boyfriend who kept giggling at me all night long. I did, however, also have some General Tsao's chicken.

I also had a copy of the Ethan Hawk Hamlet on DVD, which I'd never seen before. I don't think I've ever winced so much during any performance of any of Shakespeare's work. I mean, it was still "Hamlet," so the story and the lines made me happy, and updated setting was interesting, but some of the people who appeared in that film should not be doing Shakespeare. Ever. I'm not sad that I watched it, nor do I think it was a waste of time, but I kind of wish I'd gone with Henry V.