I continue to fail to get any work done. And spend way too much of my time on frivolity. Oh, frivolity. But on the other hand, I'm getting better at keeping my head on my shoulders about it. Then again though, the whole point of a crush is losing your head, isn't it? Hmmm.
I'm really fucking sick of my knee brace. Already. Every morning I wake up, and it's like, oh, right. That thing. Fuck. I miss roughhousing. I miss walking around like I own the place, instead of carefully limping place to place. It's hard to feel hot when you're bionic. 5 more weeks to go. It's not that long, really. Right? Right?
The actual incision points are kinda itchy. I think the scabs are trying to come off. It's very hard not to scratch them.
I'm really fucking sick of my knee brace. Already. Every morning I wake up, and it's like, oh, right. That thing. Fuck. I miss roughhousing. I miss walking around like I own the place, instead of carefully limping place to place. It's hard to feel hot when you're bionic. 5 more weeks to go. It's not that long, really. Right? Right?
The actual incision points are kinda itchy. I think the scabs are trying to come off. It's very hard not to scratch them.
We should have a friend date soon, you're right.
I love my T-Rexita.
If you were a bionic woman, honey...I'd still do ya.
Feel better honey. And keep the Faith.