pokes

Today is the fourth day I've been on crutches. It's dull agony. All I'm looking forward to is healing so that I can go do my own thing. That's right, being a cripple has made me see the error of my ways. Now, it would simply be enough to have the ability to go do something, be it on my own or not whereas before I was less than satisfied unless I had a party to attend. I feel as though I've fallen off of the social ladder, so to speak, and then just decided to go another route. Life is neither a rat race nor a popularity contest; it's a endurance marathon so you'd better pace yourself.