Son of a bitch.
(With a period, not an exclamation point.)
On my way to bed, with the lights already out, I stubbed my toe on the guitar amp that I forgot I had moved into the bedroom. Ow ow ow. Took a look, and something didn't seem right (apologies to the overly squeamish):
It was midnight, so I taped it up, iced it, and then went to sleep. Woke up a few hours later because it hurt. I had also tried pulling on it, on the theory that it might be dislocated. That might have been a bad move. In the morning, I went to urgent care, and they took some x-rays and determined that it's broken. I had been looking forward to Cemetery Hill, but that was clearly out, and presumably so is the Troll Cup. I just hope this is cleared up before the Billygoat.