At least my legs seem to be improving, though I have no idea why that would be. I didn't get much in the way of sleep last night, or at any time this weekend, have no idea what my blood sugar levels are, and am deathly tired. I'm tempted to just punt the trip to Wal-mart until tomorrow; I have this evening's dose of metformin and enough Kerlix to dress my wound tomorrow morning. We'll see.
The lulz over P's visit to the Goonmeet continue.
Library gets consisted mainly of Sharpe novels: Sharpe's Tiger, Sharpe's Triumph and Sharpe's Escape. I think I have copies of the first two but can't be arsed to dig for them. Other gets include Poul Anderson's Going for Infinity (which doesn't contain "Murphy's Hall", unfortunately) and Franklin Foer's How Soccer Explains The World, which promises to have some interesting things to say about soccer culture.