Nope, I didn't say steak. Around 9:45 I was chasing my cat (the fatass needs exercise), and tripped into my couch and bent my right foot back toward my shin. I continued walking on it taking the trash out, etc. Felt fine until I stopped putting pressure on it when I went to bed. About 1:45 I couldn't take it anymore and went to the ER... for the first time since I was 5. My 26 year streak has officially ended. Good news though it's just a mild Ligamentous Sprain, they couldn't see anything that was broken so at least that streak of never having a broken bone is still intact.