musings.

I’m not keeping up with the diet, as promised. But that’s okay, because I have no readers and/or no one who really gives a shit about anything I have to say. No big deal. I’m losing weight anyway because being without full mobility of both feet, I am not snacking as much during the day. Take that.

I’m sitting here, listening to Steely Dan and waiting for my friends to get here so they can attempt to get me out of this house. “Get you out of the house? What?” You see, kids, the house I live in is up on a hill. It is accessible only by A)walking up the front yard and going through the front door or B)walking up the 90-degree-angle driveway and then up the set of spiral, wrought-iron stairs into the house. Being on crutches, neither of these options is a good idea. I had a job interview on Wednesday, and to get there, I had to have my father pull my car into the garage, and I scooted down the spiral stairs on my ass. He drove me to my interview (I was not about to drive my new car in the rain while under the influence of narcotic painkillers) and then brought me home. I then scooted back up the spiral stairs on my ass into the house. And that was my exercise for the whole week.

So my friends have two options. They can either pull up on the less-steep side of the front yard, in my neighbor’s driveway, and help me hobble across the front yard to the car, or they can pull into the garage and I can scoot downstairs on my ass again. It might be easier the second time around.

I’m looking forward to today, though. I haven’t seen them in at least six months (though it’s probably been longer than that, my memory is foggy) and it’s nice out today. And I need out of this house.

I haven’t really been paying attention to the news, mostly because it depresses me. Bomb threats at UTC, freak stingray accidents in Florida, and the mudslinging continues between the Democrats. I’m tired of it all.

Ramble. I wonder where my friends are – they’re 30 minutes late. Ending this now. I have to hobble down to the bathroom – and I can almost guarantee that this is when they will call me to tell me they’re outside. Until next time…