Recovering from surgery sucks. I can't do anything. I just have to stay at home and play minesweeper. Which, by the way, I've won 10 times. I'm serious. It has a counter on it showing how many times I've won. And it's the 99 mine version. Yeah... that's a lot of time wasted. I went to work yesterday. I couldn't even do anything there. I'm on light duty. I can't even pick up extra hours. I need the extra hours. I'm going to work part time at the hardware store again. It's one of the many new adult decisions I've been making. I'm doing this because I have to, not because I want too. It really is nice to know I have a job there when I need one. The extra income will certainly help me out. My car insurance doubled, and I have the monthly car payments. That's a lot. I don't want to talk about money.
My body hurts. I don't like being limited like this. I don't like being weak. I can't even laugh without being in pain. It's hard to do a lot of things. This is lame.
I'm going to get a sandwhich.
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