I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Good morning boys and girls. Today we're going to talk about me. Like that's something out of the ordinary...

I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)

Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!

At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).

Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)

Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.

My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.

StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.

It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.

God damn

Oh my dear sweet baby Jesus. I'm dying inside my head, and because we're a week out to surgery now kids, I can't do anything about it. I have a headache the size of your mom, and all my other joints are fucking me out of my mind with pain. My elbow is excruciating. My elbow folks. How the fuck is that related to my knee pain I'd like to know. I left work at 11 30, although I don't really see what the point was. Hurt here, hurt there, who gives a fuck right?

IHOP was and always will be the shit. StapleGun, Hawaiian, another chick and I went there, and all was good in the world. There's nothing some french toast can't cure. I'd go there now if I hadn't just taken my sleepy pills. And if my stomach wasn't being a whiny little bitch. You shut up or I'll punch you in your crap-lousy face! Or something like that.

I have to admit I'm not much of a drunk dialer. Mostly my friends take my phone so I'll stop texting and be social before we've even finished the first drink. Crossbow does that a lot. I've drunk dialed MarkyMark, but I think that's it. I threw my phone across a yard and into a sprinkler once because my dear mother was calling and I didn't want her to know I was trashed.

Regarding MarkyMark, I'm not really sure what to say. MarkyMark lives 701 miles away from me, according to the almighty Google; and as a result, I don't see MarkyMark very often.

I'm going back to bed. Love to you all.

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Sooooooooooooooooo drunk right now.

We didn't go out. Me, StapleGun and Hawaiian just kicked it in StapleGun's room and ordered a pizza, and talked. God I've missed her.

I'm going to bed cuz we're goin to IHOP in the morning. Like I think 10. But I have to wake up at 5 to talk to MarkyMark.

Much love to you all.