If you're reading this, you're really bored aren't you?
This is an article about absolutely nothing. Kinda like a Seinfeld episode.
I'm happy that I am now able to get into and out of the bathtub without having to do the circus act with the rolling desk chair. I am also happy that I am now able to stand up and take a shower instead of sitting on that stupid plastic chair. My busted/rebuilt hip and pelvis are slowly showing signs of healing.
A woman I have known for some time now asked me today about my injuries, which she's known about since the wreck. "You broke your pelvis, right?" "Yes" "Can you still, ummmm, you know?" "LMAO Yes". I found that pretty amusing. My amusement embarassed her more than asking the question, I think.
Today wasn't fully a cane day or a no cane day. A mix of both at different parts of the day. I'm at the cane stage now.
I wonder how much longer it will be before I can start seriously looking for a job? I wonder what kind of job I'll be able to find around here? I wonder why I am wondering so much? (Told ya this was about nothing, don't say I didn't warn you)
I think I like the blue Gatorade better than the red.
Mom bought some more chocolate cream oreos today. I think she's trying to fatten me up.
Television is painfully dull.
What the hell is that thing?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm bored as hell
How about you?
OK, it's been five minutes now and I haven't thought of a single thing to write. Sorry to keep you waiting. (Assuming anyone's actually reading this mess)
I realized today that I don't actually make typos. The keys keep moving around.
I'm still not sure what that is, I may have to get up and check if it doesn't crawl away.
It's been a long day. Doing nothing can really be tiring.
The woman across the street is moving soon. She said she would sell me her house for $200. That's a heck of a deal. It has a new fridge, stove, and flooring. I wish I could take her up on it, but I have no idea how long it will be until I can start working again. The lot rent on the place is $240/month I think. So it would be the lot rent plus utilities. Not a bad deal really but may as well be a million when you're not working.
Oh, it''s a half chewed dog treat. LOL
Dog went to the groomer today so it's pouting. That's good. If it's pouting it isn't barking.
Can't help but think of that old Hee Haw song "If it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all"
Got a picture of my grand-niece in the mail today. She's cute. Her father, my nephew, is on his way to Iraq. Yet another family member in harm's way. But our family has always served, all the way back to the revolution.
There are few things worse than an itch you can't quite scratch.
Ok, I'm sure I've wasted enough of the alphabet now.