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You know, when everyone was in L.A. I felt all out of the loopy and in desperate need for a blow-by-blow account of what was going on. Now that everyone's back and sharing their accounts of fun and crazy excitement, I'm all sour grapes about it and don't feel like reading it. Sheesh, what's up with that? LOL I'm so glad everyone had fun, though. And truthfully, even if I had gone, I wouldn't have been able to walk anywhere, so it's probably just as well I didn't go. But still.
Knees are slightly better today. They don't hurt every minute of every day, but walking is still somewhat difficult. Living on the third story of an apartment building has suddenly become more important these days. Eh, give me a couple of weeks, it should be better by then.
I did the tarot card quiz and got Justice; but I didn't copy and paste the code because the picture has Pow! Nekkid Breasteses! and as pretty as the picture looked, I don't think I need nekkid women in my journal, although I'm sure the guys on the friends list might disagree. *g*
Nothing much else going on, except that I realized that I literally have no life these days. I'm staying home every day, on the computer or TV or reading books. I have no social contact, and at times I realize how unhealthy that is. On the other hand, it's slightly necessary at the moment, since I can't actually go do anything if I can't walk well, so I console myself with the thought that things will be better in two weeks. But in the meantime, my friends are getting together to watch the Oscars without me. Not that I really care about the Oscars, to be truthful, but I wish I'd been invited. It hurts to hear that they'd planned for a night of fun "because otherwise, we'd be calling each other every two minutes like we did last year." It feels like being picked last for the kickball team in grade school. Maybe I need to work on being a better friend. No wonder no one ever calls me.
< /obnoxious self pity rant >
Knees are slightly better today. They don't hurt every minute of every day, but walking is still somewhat difficult. Living on the third story of an apartment building has suddenly become more important these days. Eh, give me a couple of weeks, it should be better by then.
I did the tarot card quiz and got Justice; but I didn't copy and paste the code because the picture has Pow! Nekkid Breasteses! and as pretty as the picture looked, I don't think I need nekkid women in my journal, although I'm sure the guys on the friends list might disagree. *g*
Nothing much else going on, except that I realized that I literally have no life these days. I'm staying home every day, on the computer or TV or reading books. I have no social contact, and at times I realize how unhealthy that is. On the other hand, it's slightly necessary at the moment, since I can't actually go do anything if I can't walk well, so I console myself with the thought that things will be better in two weeks. But in the meantime, my friends are getting together to watch the Oscars without me. Not that I really care about the Oscars, to be truthful, but I wish I'd been invited. It hurts to hear that they'd planned for a night of fun "because otherwise, we'd be calling each other every two minutes like we did last year." It feels like being picked last for the kickball team in grade school. Maybe I need to work on being a better friend. No wonder no one ever calls me.
< /obnoxious self pity rant >