still on the sofa

Trying to think of what to write about while recovering from surgery is hard. Most of my day is taken up with gross details of my flesh, and really we aren't old enough for that to be our general topic of conversation. In general though recovery is going very well. Far better than I imagined and significantly better than the gall bladder time. The pain is manageable, it gets easier to get up and down. Wearing pants is not yet feasible so I'm pretty unfit for outside company, plus I'm taking up the whole sofa. But so far so good.

Walking is easier in this ridiculous bow legged stance. I feel like a short, bloated cowboy every time I hobble off to the bathroom.

I had an idea last night, in the middle of the night. I think it might make my Yuletide story work. Now to do some research.

I'm making Mike watch Wild Palms with me. I love this insane, cracked out show. When it came out, my parents forbid me to watch it and I got in trouble for secretly watching it anyhow. Perhaps the reason I could never force myself to be interested in Lost was because I hate stories about plane crashes and I already feel like I have a lifetime's dose of mind fuck TV. Rhino beats polar bear! I think this also explains some of my aversion to palm trees. Anyhow, it made me miss the days when we imagined the future to be some mash up of Edwardian collars and Japanese and William Gibson.

Mike bought a ton of ginger altoids off Amazon. I'm so happy. I will try not to eat a whole box at once. Spicy!

Now time to watch more bad movies. Thank you Netflix streaming.