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Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

Only two more days of "house arrest" to go. Yep, after my follow up appointment with the surgeon, he simply stated, "Consider your house arrest...I dunno...a mini-vacation of sorts." Thanks, doc, really. Once the house arrest is completed, then I still remain under a partial release. This, in layman's terms, means I really can't do anything I want, but I can get the he** out of my house. YAY!!! Oh, how I long for the sunshine, fresh (well, at least as fresh as LA has to offer) air, and freeeeeeeeedom. Most important, to me, is that I can begin driving again. First stop, pedicure. Yep, it's girly, but I can't bend in half to do it myself (even if I wanted to do it myself) and I feel like I have grown talons on my toes.

Partial release ends September 20th. Oh, Lord, how will I make it?!? I just don't know that I can. Following full release - first stop, Rob. *winks* If you need more info to figure it out, well, all I can say is, "sorry."

Since I have been able to begin reading, I have already gone through two books and into a third. Looking back I wonder how I managed to survive the past month and a half without. So deprived.

Two nights ago I came down with a nasty head-cold. Thus, in addition to being cooped up in the apartment, I am cooped up in bed. I can count the number of times I have left the confines of my covers. Pathetic.

Speaking of which... heading back to bed right now. *sigh* Heh, I suppose if I was ever to be sick, this is perfect timing. Oh, hello there Murphy, where were you this time?

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2004-08-26 4:12 PM under house arrest Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: stuffy - literally and figuratively Read/Post Comments (0)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) Only two more days of "house arrest" to go. Yep, after my follow up appointment with the surgeon, he simply stated, "Consider your house arrest...I dunno...a mini-vacation of sorts." Thanks, doc, really. Once the house arrest is completed, then I still remain under a partial release. This, in layman's terms, means I really can't do anything I want, but I can get the he** out of my house. YAY!!! Oh, how I long for the sunshine, fresh (well, at least as fresh as LA has to offer) air, and freeeeeeeeedom. Most important, to me, is that I can begin driving again. First stop, pedicure. Yep, it's girly, but I can't bend in half to do it myself (even if I wanted to do it myself) and I feel like I have grown talons on my toes. Partial release ends September 20th. Oh, Lord, how will I make it?!? I just don't know that I can. Following full release - first stop, Rob. winks If you need more info to figure it out, well, all I can say is, "sorry." Since I have been able to begin reading, I have already gone through two books and into a third. Looking back I wonder how I managed to survive the past month and a half without. So deprived. Two nights ago I came down with a nasty head-cold. Thus, in addition to being cooped up in the apartment, I am cooped up in bed. I can count the number of times I have left the confines of my covers. Pathetic. Speaking of which... heading back to bed right now. sigh Heh, I suppose if I was ever to be sick, this is perfect timing. Oh, hello there Murphy, where were you this time? Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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