For all who were wondering, I totally kicked the ass of the calc test I missed last week.
Bobby - Two things, Robert. First, I got an A on that physics paper. He grilled me on the topic to make sure I wrote it, so thank you for picking something I know well enough to bullshit. Second... is there something you want to tell me?
Sam - My mom wants to know if your mom will be taking pictures for prom. I want to know if you're going to put out. Please say you're going to put out.
Noah - Thanks for your help with that paper for physics. I owe you one. I feel bad that even though we made those semi-grand plans to work out together, I'm now benched for most things until at least my ribs heal.
Ali - I made you something. It's obviously not the finished product, and I won't be offended if you have your people, whoever they may be, do a different version, but... here it is.
Jubilee-Guess who got prosthetic bellies in the mail today? They actually came last week, but I only just saw the notice today since apparently they held them in the mail room for me while I was too busy being hospitalized. How thoughtful... and also handy, because I'm pretty sure my mother would have had a lot of questions if she'd opened them.
I should probably apologize to everyone who I keep texting excessively*. I'm definitely compensating for the annoying mouth situation by letting my fingers do the talking. Hopefully the habit will go away once they cut the wires.
Now that I'm off of the medication that prohibits me from operating heavy machinery, I'm driving into town this afternoon to pick up things that I can blend down to liquid form. If anyone wants to come along after class, I have three empty seats in my car. If I decide that I do need to take my opiates, someone else is going to have to drive, but the trip must go on, even if I end up having to be shoved into the baby seat in the shopping cart because I keep falling asleep while walking down the aisles.
So text me or let me know here or come and knock on my door (I'll be waiting for you).
*Except for Piotr, who I'm probably not texting (or sexting)enough.