-
Uncategorized
Guilt by association?
Stolen from my old “twin friend“. Well, not really stolen, since I’m supposed to pass the joint. “Puff, puff, give”, right? Reply with your name (even moderate strangers can do so, as long as I’ve seen your name around here before) and I will write something about you. I will tell you what song[s] remind me of you. Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise. Last, i will try to name a single word that best describes you. *shrug*. Something to try. (What was said about me can be found here.) I blame the Mary J references on Javid, Hillary, and a certain gardener…
-
Uncategorized
“No fractures evident in the x-ray”
That means no more crutches. I am to report to the athletic trainers for rehab as soon as possible, but only between the hours of 09:00 and 11:00. (?!?). Now I must go to class, because I am late. I am still slow, and I am still tired, but I am not broken.
-
Uncategorized
And now with a serving of cheese.
Or: Move along, folks. Nothing to see here. Continue Reading And now with a serving of cheese.
-
Uncategorized
Who’s yo’ cripple?
I’m yo’ cripple. Went to the Rose doc today on account of the foot nastiness, and he said, “We’re taking the weight off.” Whether it’s ligamental, a stress fracture, or a full fracture, taking the weight off is probably a sound idea. So I have crutches. (Whoa, buddy you can build up dangerous momentum with those things, and corners are eViL.) I have a referral to get an X-Ray, but my father—and, subsequently, I—is/am/are between medical insurances with the new job, so I have to find out how much that’ll run me out-of-pocket. Grr. No running, no walking, no biking. Just upper-body weight-lifting, if I’m so inclined. Can’t say I…
-
Uncategorized
Better than New Year’s Resolutions. Or is it?
I was looking back at my New Year’s resolutions of last year. I cannot currently run 10-minute miles for a half-hour (le sigh). If I study more or stress more about schoolwork, I’d probably need to be locked the hell up. So there’s one success. Post-undergrad thoughts are still up in the air, but I’m looking at some specific things; no internship yet, so there’s another non-complete. Doing and done the creative writing thing. So there’s two. I shed those thirty-plus pounds. Three. Johnny is dead. *shrug* Didn’t take up a martial art, but I have learned a hell of a lot about self-defense. I’ve been following Mr. T‘s progress…