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Happy birthday to me. No applause, please, just throw money. Thank you.

*ducks the inevitable barrage of peanuts*

I need to find Callahan's. Anyway...

On this auspicious occasion, I'd like to make note of the following:

1. Dell's support site sucks great big stinky buffalo testicles. After almost two hours of being run about in circles, I finally found my answer on another site. Dell can kiss my fat white arse.
2. Dawson's Christian is -still- an awesome track. Much to Megan's annoyance, it's running on repeat. It's one of those rare tracks that can pull me out of being pissed off. Wonder why I'm pissed off? See point #1.
3. trajan_lj is neat. Not only does he tolerate my habit of flinging music at people, he actually likes what I send. *glee* Which does remind me...
4. invader_tak_1 I should be reappearing in the next bit. I'm finally starting to get things in order here. You're one that's shared with me... is there something you're looking for? As bizarre as my music tastes can be, I might have something of interest...
5. Dell's support site sucks great big... what? Oh, yes, I covered that one already. Sorry.
6. Chocolate should not be left near me when I'm frustrated. Most already knew that one, though.
7. In the past, my birthday's either triggered greedy elation (presents!) or a black funk about how old I am and what a disaster my life is. This time... I'm sitting here thinking of the one's who've gone on ahead of me. It's a bittersweet sensation; each of them are terribly missed, but I know they're in the mystical 'better place'... and that they'll wait for me. I'm here for a reason; not knowing what the reason is doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I'm tired... but it's not a matter of being in a hurry to go; it's highly annoying to not know -why-. Go figure.
8. My guinea pig seems to think that my feet are other (bald) piggies. She keeps trying to groom my feet, and getting annoyed because there's no hair/fur. o.O I'm not sure if that says more about my feet than the piggy, though...
9. I'm craving a slurpee. Ah well.

"Progress" -or- Pear Pimples for Hairy Fishnuts...

A bunch of new things today, and a pleased (albeit tired) cabbit.

I drove for the first time today since I originally fell and blew up the right knee. No twinges or weakness apparent in the leg, and I deliberately did the drive without the use of the cruise control to make sure it could take sustained use. God help you all, but I'm mobile again.

The physical therapist (Jared) watched as I did the initial warm-up exercises, and then asked if I could hold my full weight on the right knee without discomfort. Rather than answer verbally, I simply tucked my left leg up behind me and stared at him until he laughed and waved me out of the room. Leaving the cane behind, we took a stroll around on the lawn so he could see how I handled uneven terrain. Then a trip up the stairwell, down a rather long hallway... and onto a leg press machine. While it's a far cry from my once 800+lb capabilities, the right leg alone can handle 150lbs with only minor twinges. I did that three times, and then was told to use both legs... but that the strength was very promising. The cane still goes with me everywhere; I'm a bit paranoid about it now, and am more comfortable having it and not needing it than needing it and not having it.

Tons of well wishes; my curiousity about who really reads my journal was answered, and the answer was more than I expected. Very nice, that was. The day's been quiet, otherwise. Phone calls from both Mom and Dad, an argument with Megan, being fussed at by Vickie... all normal things. :p I kinda miss my normal 'Beer of Survival'... it's been a tradition for ages, but I'm an hour and a half away from my normal partner, it's a work night, so on and so forth... and I have a dislike for drinking alone. *sigh* I guess I'll live. It's a bit late to do something about now, and I don't dare drive -to- someone... with the fentanyl in my system, I'm a flyweight.

At any rate, that's really all I have for the moment. Most of you have better things to do than listen to me babble, though it's awfully nice to know folks are paying attention.

Cheers.