bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.
bored.

also: ow. i hate vicodin. it’s the biggest letdown of my life. everybody makes it sound like the greatest thing since sliced bread, and here i am wanting to sell my soul for a wimpy-ass otc motrin.

yes, we’re well entrenched in the cranky stage of recovery. my kingdom for a shower — a proper, scaldingly hot, long shower where the water never goes cold and the pressure is exactly right and i have scented shower gel and cosy warm towels afterwards. but i’d settle for one with both arms available for use.