The first post from the new computer. I anticipated it's arrival around Thanksgiving, and Sunday after dinner at Amy's it was in my room. My Daddy rules. I wish I had the ability to make an entire kick ass computer from scratch. I'm pretty happy with myself when I don't have a virus on the machine.

My knee doctor sent over another prescription so I'm still in therapy for a little bit more. I'm glad, cause I have way to much fun there, and if Monday was my last visit I would be a saaaaaaad panda.

Whilst on the knee subject....

This summer I began running on a more frequent basis, and after about a month, my left knee would make this horrendous clicking noise when it bent. I finally got my act together to get to the doctor in October. He told me I had runners knee. Which is funny to most people cause I don't look like a runner, but when people laugh at that part, it makes me upset. More with myself then them. If that makes sense. The doctor suggested either surgery or physical therapy. I voted for therapy.

On my first day of therapy I met Mike and Carol, my therapists. I instantly liked them because they have the same names as characters in my favorite TV Show. (Points if you know it) Mike reminds me of Ben. Only Mike fixes my knee rather than my computer. On the first day I learned from Mike that I:

1. Have scoliosis (not as bad as my sister)
2. Have one leg longer than the other
3. Have knee caps that are higher than normal
4. Have compensated for the above factors for quite some time and that is why my knee is "retarded". (my words, not his)

So I go three times a week to hang out with Mike and Carol. So while I am a freak of nature, I have a good time while I'm there.

That is why I am in therapy. Physical. Not mental. Although mental might help a little. Ok. A lot.



Brendan comes home tomorrow. Sweet. The last time all 6 of us were in the house was my graduation in May.

I picked up my older brother from Newark's Liberty Airport tonight, at the same terminal as Hooters Air. Good times.


Peace...

Current Music: Jim Gaffigan - Comedy Central Special
"There's a different kind of pride where I'm from. It's not like, "We're from New York, we're tough". Or, "We're from Texas, we like things big". It's more like... "We're from Indiana and we're gonna move."