Hey I've posted a lot. What the hell.

I dropped something heavy on the big toe of my right foot the other day, which caused my toenail to cut down into my toe-skin. This morning when I woke up it was infected. Then I managed to get a glass shard stuck in the bottom of my left foot, punching a nice big bloody hole in it.

So the only way to walk without experiencing pain is by putting no pressure on the right side of my right foot, or the left side of my left foot. Try walking like this. Now try to not get people to laugh at you while you're walking like that.

Anyways, sometimes I take artfaggy pictures, and sometimes they come out halfway-decent looking.

I don't know why I like this one.
It's the reflection off of the railing on our patio when it's been rained on. Pretty cliched, but I think it's kind of neato.

pillaging robot sits on apple

I went and got the mail today, and this thing was waiting for me.


It's supposed to be an armpit, but normally armpits aren't that scary...or have feet. The cats don't like it. I don't blame them.

This is why we can't have nice things

We've been talking about getting a house recently. We all know it won't actually happen, but it's nice to pretend, eh? We've had no problem getting all kinds of mortgage offers. All have been up to the mid $100,000's, and with decent interest rates (5.2% is good right? right??). But there's the big old problem of down payment. Since well...we don't really have one. And without a certain percentage down payment, we have to pay mortgage insurance which is almost half of the monthly mortgage payment itself...and that puts us over our monthly housing budget. I suppose we could get a loan, but that would just be more money we're paying back each month so it probably wouldn't be worth it. And there's the issue of closing costs which is more money. So it looks like we'll be trapped here in this crappy apartment still for a long time.

We really should just stop looking into things we know we can't have. Even though I always tell myself never to get excited over anything, and to always expect the worst, I can't help but hope a little sometimes. It sucks when you're so close to having something, but still can't have it. It would probably be better to focus on how to improve my situation. Which I can't think of any way to do but murdering the entire management staff here and putting some kind of horrible monster upstairs that happens to be very quiet but would keep people from moving in... I'll keep working on it.

I have an appointment with the neurosurgeon on November 9th. Hopefully I'll be able to find out what can be done about my back. Immediate family can expect whiney phonecalls that evening.

Also, this kitten has been showing up the past few days to hang out with us.


I'm pretty sure she's a stray since she's scrawny and has fleas. She's really playful and squeaks instead of meows, which should be creepy, but for some reason is cute. We keep feeding her, and she keeps eating until you'd think she was about to explode into a million little bits of cuteness. She's not allowed in the house though since there's no telling if she's had her vaccinations and she needs to be tested for FIV and Feline Leukemia. I'm willing to do a lot in the name of cute kitties, but not expose my cute kitties to the other cute kitty's possible diseases. So sad :( I'll keep hanging out with her outside while mosquitoes feast on my delicious blood.

Pretend I said something funny

Don't ever get a discogram. Just don't.

They don't involve this man.

Have painful testing and get 1 free muffin!

Yesterday I got to pay to have more needles stuck in my spine. They kept me pretty much wide awake for this one, so they could ask questions like "Is this the kind of pain you normally feel?" To which I would answer "OH GOD STOP PLEASE."

I'm not even sure if it was the kind of pain I normally feel, since well...I was too busy screaming to think about it. At least it was quick. He only did two spots, so I think it was only 4 or so needles, as opposed to the 8 or 10 spots my other doctor did (thankfully, they gave me enough neato-medicine to get me to the point where I didn't care about pain.) At least this place gave me a muffin afterwards.

This go-round was meant to be more of a test than a money-making device as the injections of days past. I'm supposed to keep a diary of sorts for the next week, detailing my pain level, and what makes my pain worse until the doctor calls me to see if it's helped. You see, the stuff they injected into my spine is supposed to help the pain, if indeed the stuff they poked with needles was what's causing my pain. So if I have a decrease in pain, they'll know that my facet joints (which is what they stabbed needles into and wiggled them around while asking me stupid questions) is what's causing the problem so that they can stomp on them or draw smiley faces on them or whatever the hell they do to fix facet joints.

So far my diary, which I lovingly call "THE DIARY OF PAIN" looks like this:

Day 1: Back hurts more than usual. Perhaps because...oh I don't know...you stuck a bunch of needles in it? Being alive makes it hurt more.

Day 2: Back still hurts more than usual, probably due to that needle thing again. The doctor seems to have implanted some kind of matter magnet into the injection sites, seeing as everything in my house seems to want to poke me there and giggle as I writhe in pain. Anytime I move, or anytime something touches my back it hurts more. So theoretically, I could go lay facedown in bed with a pillow under my stomach and maybe I wouldn't be in a lot of pain. But then again I'd probably suffocate eventually and where would be the fun in that?



The fact that I've managed to catch some kind of nasty cold, and have three exams on Tuesday probably isn't helping my attitude.

Hooray.

I finished making this today.


It's Laharl from Disgaea in case anyone's confused.


There's a guy in my Economics class that looks exactly like Mike from behind. So Mike, if you're missing the back half of your body, I know who has it.