Medical Update

Medical update

Sore, swollen, still on some mild pain killers, can’t walk very far, beginning to realize there will be no ski this year. And I know everyone’s dying to know, so, no, it hasn’t grown back yet.

On bitching

When they ask me about living here, I usually start by saying it’s all great and wonderful and easy and quiet. Then I go on for an hour about how everything is too complicated, and how the natives are unfriendly and have no soul. I’m assuming that if anyone ever reads this, it’s because they know me well enough to have been subjected to this at some point. I’m bitchy. Sue me.

Sure, tomatoes cost a buck a piece, and I miss real cheese, but who cares? My second car is a Taurus. And I’m writing this on my laptop, in the café in the Borders book store. There are 18 other people here, all doing their stuff, and it’s less noise than staying at home with the TV on. It’s no all bad.

I never get talk about the fun stuff, because I’m always complaining about something stupid and minor. Also because most of you assholes never fucking call. Take a hint.

Ooh, before I forget. Das Boot is still one of the most Goddamn movies ever. Even though there’s only one woman appearing for 3 minutes and she’s dressed the whole time.