|A Life, at First Deemed Quite Pathetic, Is Comparatively Copacetic...
||[Jul. 18th, 2003|10:10 pm]
Oh, You Know
|||||Cat Stevens -- Wild World||]|
I am finally beginning to emerge from my injury-induced funk. Sure, my ankle still smarts while I scurry in place, hampster-like, on the horrid elliptical trainer at my gym; of course, my silly broken heart is still a useless mass of pulp that frantically fibrillates every time anyone makes mention of Pool Hall Man; naturally, my mind is in a sorry state. But you know what? I don't have it all that bad.
Expect to see some sad scenes in subsequent entries...
(But don't worry your pretty, silky heads. In each event, there is new hope.)