Thank you to all of you who sent good wishes during my recovery.
There is no good way to lose 20 pounds in only fourteen days. Ask me how I know.
Two weeks is a stupid amount of time to spend almost completely alone.
Nearly ten years after it’s release, I finally SOPA’d* and watched City of God tonight. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
That girl whom I’ve taken quite a liking to has a derby bout in Ottawa tonight and I’m not there with her. Normally this would sadden me, but the bout will be streamed live on the web so thanks to the magic of satellites I’ll get to watch her kick some Canuck ass.
I haven’t shaved in three weeks and this is now officially the longest facial hair I’ve ever had.
On Monday I’ll return to work after two weeks away and that’s going to be some kind of nightmare.
I haven’t had any caffeine since the surgery, 15 days ago. I’d like to keep that up, but I worry I’ll relapse once I’m back to work - as I won’t have the luxury of just napping when I feel tired rather than trying to stimulate myself.
My thermostat has been on hold at 71ºF since the surgery and I still have moments every day where I’m freezing and unable to warm up.
I am terrified to receive my next gas & electric bill.
Laundry. So. Much. Laundry.
Tony Royster Jr. should be a household name for every music lover, especially drummers. Click that link. Please. Skip to 2:55 if you’re impatient.
I’d rather be blind than deaf, but really I’d rather be neither.
I’ve been free of all pain meds (including OTC stuff) for six days and counting. My throat is still somewhat uncomfortable when swallowing, but entirely bearable. Yawning, however, is torture.
Life is much more enjoyable when you know there is someone out there thinking about you as much as you are thinking about them.
Stephen Lopez