Grr
So, it's confirmed my foot is, indeed, broken. Or at least fractured. I have to take some time off running until it heals so, it looks like at least two weeks before I can try again.
You know, I really don't write in this thing all that often, hell, if you look at the old entries there are huge gaps of time when I don't write squat. Mainly, I think this is because it seems like everyone has something philsopical or at the very least interesting to say while most of the time mine seems to be banal and utter trivial, well and I assume that one day when I'm rich and all powerful the KGB or worse the CIA will track me down and learn all my innermost secrets (OooooOoooOoOoooo...). Nah, I just never really know what to write it's sad really for someone as long winded at myself to have nothing to write is truly odd, but I suppose I don't like pouring thoughts onto anything concrete (even though the web can't be construed as "concrete" it's more permanent than thoughts flicking through my head.) Oh, speaking of that Wes I was given the book "What really matters" and told to ask you if you wanted it. If you do, you'll have to give me an address where I can mail it to you. Or you'll have to come back and visit again so I can give it to you in person. Well, that's probably the extent of my chattiness for today, now I'll go back to neglecting this thing for weeks on end once more.
You know, I really don't write in this thing all that often, hell, if you look at the old entries there are huge gaps of time when I don't write squat. Mainly, I think this is because it seems like everyone has something philsopical or at the very least interesting to say while most of the time mine seems to be banal and utter trivial, well and I assume that one day when I'm rich and all powerful the KGB or worse the CIA will track me down and learn all my innermost secrets (OooooOoooOoOoooo...). Nah, I just never really know what to write it's sad really for someone as long winded at myself to have nothing to write is truly odd, but I suppose I don't like pouring thoughts onto anything concrete (even though the web can't be construed as "concrete" it's more permanent than thoughts flicking through my head.) Oh, speaking of that Wes I was given the book "What really matters" and told to ask you if you wanted it. If you do, you'll have to give me an address where I can mail it to you. Or you'll have to come back and visit again so I can give it to you in person. Well, that's probably the extent of my chattiness for today, now I'll go back to neglecting this thing for weeks on end once more.