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Thank you all who wished me a happy birthday. It was a good day, and being remembered by the friends I've made on this site helped. It wasn't exciting. I didn't go party. I didn't have a cake. I kept it simple, and made it meaningful to myself. I treated myself to a corned beef sandwich and the pub next door, and allowed myself a beer. I dedicated the beer to every person who didn't get to see their 32nd birthday, and to those who did that didn't get to see today. If I could, I would drink a beer for the people who couldn't eveyr day. Instead I'll settle for spending a little time in the sun for those can't.

It hit me like a slap in the face tonight - I'm done recovering. Which isn't entirely true, but I'm well enough that I need to get back to "work" as it were. I moved up to strengthen myself, and to live on my own. This was a setback, but I need to start moving forward again. After the accident I dropped my college classes, but not until I'd already bought the text books. I may not have the classes now, but that doesn't mean I can't be learning.

I'm walking much better. I don't need the cane, although it does make my life much easier. My limp is far less noticeable without it, but I don't like looking gimpy. Walks to the store are easy, and are going to be a daily occurance. I don't know if I can think of a reason to go to the store every day, but I've got a great imagination and a constantly grumbling stomach. I'll think of something.

Finally, I can't sleep. I find this is a particularly agonizing state of affairs when I don't have a car. I could be going somewhere. Doing something. I could be driving to Beaverton to pick up pound cake from Haagen, and a mocha from the 24 hour Starbucks. I could be driving into downtown just to see the view from the 5/84/26 connector. I could be looking down on the lights of a city while zipping by at 60 miles per hour. I could be going to a strip club. Ok, it's late. I could be driving home from a strip club.

I think I'm having car withdrawls.