not to totally rip off with my title here, it is a pretty solid summary of my state of affairs. i’m mending, low on juice, and off painkillers. hopefully this week i’ll get my staples/stitches out, and then i can begin the joys of hardcore physical therapy.

tonight is the first time i am going out of my house to meet friends since i broke my arm. i had engagements i was going to shoot for this weekend, and the batteries were not there. apologies and condolences where they are due. and , i owe you guys a dinner. lets do it when i am more actively flapping….

before my upcoming social event, i have to give a presentation in an hour or two to a large group of my professional peers. though i’ve known about this for a long time, i just finished the presentation a few minutes ago. i think i should be a lot more concerned about this than i am, but what the fuck.

now that my guts are churning again (since i am off painkillers), i am finding myself strangely flatulent. in addition, i have 0 energy reserves. these two things combine have made me into a sort of grumpy, lame-armed one-man band.

how is your week going?