After 2.5 months in my apartment, I can finally walk into my walkin closet. When I moved out of my last place I took all my clothes, shoes, and tossed them all into about 10 big garbage sacks. I never wear 95% of what I put in the bags, so when I moved in they went into the closet and just chilled......until tonight, where for some reason a fire was lit under my ass, and I went and put it all away. I really need to take a good look at what can go to goodwill. I am a terrible packrat, some of the clothes are 8 or more years old. A lot from high school that do not fit anymore. Why can't I throw out my Doc's that are tearing away at the sole? There's no sentimental attachment. Who knows. I am going stir crazy with my broken foot. I hate it. It does not hurt, but the bone I broke has a knack for not healing, so I am not suppose to put any weight on it. I of course heed the Dr's instructions for the most part, but I have to walk on it in my apartment or if I go to the store, as crutches just suck in those situations. Well they suck in all situations I guess. I have a Dr's appointment today. I am hoping he tells me that I don't need my crutches anymore, and more importantly that my foot has heeled(yes, pun intended) so, surgery and metal plates will not be needed. I am super stoked about having Thursday, Friday, Saturday off. To PDX I go....Yipee!!! Fun stuff.......you know for kids!! Well, I better go have a smoke and take a shower so that I can get some sleep before I have to be up. Peace out everyone, and everyone good night!! 