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( This will surprise... absolutely nobody... )

Careful experimentation has revealed that the right knee isn't completely useless. Oddly, it was a trip to the bathroom and attempts to reach the fallen (noisily) crutches. So long as the knee's bent between 10 and 20 degrees, it will hold my weight without pain or strain. I can't begin to describe just how totally odd that seems to me, considering that if I dare put ANY weight on it when it's completely straight, the resultant pain explosion puts me on the floor gasping for breath. Just once I'd like to have a -typical- malady; I end up with shit that I need to go look up after being told I've got something bizarre I've never even HEARD of.

I'm far more likely to have a xenomorph burst out of my chest and tapdance on my wounded (but-not-quite-mortally) body for a bit.

Anyway, in other news:

• No, Crys, I was just venting at the absurdity of the situation. I'm not intending to drive until I'm consistently able to get about using just the cane; should something happen on the road, I need to be able to deal with it.
• THIS is hysterical. To me, at least.
• THIS is actually pretty interesting. Almost half of the folk I consider family subscribe to some form of organized Christianity, and more than a few of them are Catholic. But religious meanings aside, it's fascinating from a historical perspective.
• With all the chatter about Adobe buying Macromedia, I have to agree with the wibbble: THIS is a scream. :)

I think that's about it for now. I've been struggling with this post in an effort to keep the vitriolic acid content down; my mood's not been the best the last few days. With it ricocheting wildly between deep depression and volcanic rage, I've not been the best of company. Here's to hoping things improve.

Before I go postal and whip out a can of Crutch Fu on some poor bastard.

[EDIT]
Yeah, while I'm wishing for miracles... I want a Grim Reaper reunion, dammit.
Carry on.