50 Years Old

Okay, I'm submitting an official complaint with god. I have used goods in my body and I should have all new parts. The orthopaedist informed me today that my left knee is at least 50 years old. I'm only 38! This fucking sucks! I demand the 38 year old knee I should have, cartilage and all, dammit! ::pitches a tantrum::

Seriously though, the doc did tell me that my knee is much older than the rest of my body. She said it was ugly. Gee, thanks doc! She also said that I needed a replacement, but we'd continue with the injections until they no longer worked, then we'd go for a replacement. I really haven't had to have an injection in over a year, when I used to have to have them every three months or so. She said that my weight loss had everything to do with that, which I know. Taking 140 lbs off of already damaged goods can prolong those goods indefinitely yea and verily. So Dr. Jaworski gave me a cortisone injection and a prescription for 12 Lortab, and she sent me home to die.

On the way back home, I saw an ugly red truck that said DONIMATOR on the back. I said to Aunt Tudi, "Isn't that supposed be DOMINATOR? Don't they have the 'm' and 'n' reversed?" "No," she said. "It's a Domino's Pizza delivery truck, so I think it's just a play on words." "Oh. I was about to drag out my camera and take a picture of the yokels for folks on my journal to laugh at." "What? You're gonna turn the camera on yourself?" Aunt Tudi said and snorkled mightily. Sometimes she can be such a rude-ass haint. But it was funny, I give her that.

I took Aunt Tudi to the New China restaurant for lunch. She ate three plates full of food. I ate about a third of plate and got sick. Sometimes, I think that the gastric bypass surgery should be renamed the Bulimia Procedure. I didn't lose everything, like the peanut chicken, so I'm more than grateful. Of course, it was my fault I got sick. I drank too much tea because I was thirsty, and I had no business drinking during my meal anyway. So I can't fret without looking in the mirror and pointing at myself accusingly. I'm a dumbass.

We were gonna go to the grocery store this evening, but I've put Aunt Tudi off because my knee has swollen to balloon status and it hurts. The injection will eventually be a wonderful thing and will make my knee feel much better but, right now, it's made the knee knob and regions thereabout feel like ultimate cyarn from hell. So I'll be prone for the rest of the evening until it's time to go to bed, then I'm slinking off the bedroom. Amen.

Sci-Fi just advertised their Saturday night crap movie. It's called Swarmed and it showed a big mutant junkie bee crawling out of man's mouth and then landing on his open eyeball. I think I'll be passing on this cinematic delight.

Happy Birthday

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Friday Quiz Rally

Yep, it's that time again!

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A Motley Moment

I meant to do this yesterday, but I didn't and I have no idea why.

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Step 1

Much to falkenna's joy when she reads this, Aunt Tudi and I picked up the forms we need to file for our passports. Once I get my 401k money, things should move relatively quickly from there. I'm still looking at travelling to England in April, probably late April. Once the passports are in hand and the flights are booked, a more definite date will be available.

As the time grows closer, I have the urge to get an extra memory card for the camera. If I keep the pics to 640x480, I can take around 1300 pictures if I get an extra memory card the size of the one I already have. That's pretty darned sweet. And I would really like to get some Quicktime movies of B for the site. Now that I have a buttload of available space, I think it'd be pretty groovy to have B in motion for all those interested to behold and swoon along with me.

I also have the urge to get an MP3 player to listen to whilst on the plane, but I don't know if I should splurge that much. I'm already going to be getting a new computer for school. I don't need an MP3 player. But having one for the trip would be sweeter than sweet. And I could store songs I want to play for falkenna and Barry. Hell, I may make a poll about this and get other people's opinion. Yeah, that's the ticket.

And there's the issue of getting a decent outfit for when I meet The Bald One. Something with a really high collar and a kevlar hat and corset. Something black or black and red. Something breathtaking that will make me look smaller, but also very imposing and maybe even a a little threatening. With matching boots that can conceal knives. Word.

Your opinion is of profound import.

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