Self medication is the key to survival...
I'm sick of laying in bed. I hate not being able to do things for myself or being able to be mobile at all. I thought things were kind of shitty before but this has given me a better perspective of things I think. I say that now but I might be whining again in a few weeks. I'm still waiting on the appraisal guy to come check out my motorcycle. I don't know if he's going to total it out of just give me a check to get it fixed. And I don't even know when I'm even going to be able to ride again. I don't know how long it takes a broken ankle to heal. All I know is that it fucking hurts all the time. I wonder how the screws they put in are going to effect my mobility and such. The doctor said that I would be able to kick things again, so thats a plus. Yeah, so, stuck in bed, no girls, no rear window-esk situation (just a back yard), and too miserable to even play video games. This is a weird weird world I'm living in.