I doubt that you will find any decent paragraph structure in this post. I’m just going to type at random. There may be some TMI in here as well. I’m feeling better, and I’m back at work. They’ve now blocked the almighty SDMB, so I’m going through a proxy. Our SA’s would not be happy. Normally I’d say I could just get my fix at home, but I don’t have net access there. While I was away, they shut off my wireless account due to a contract dispute between my apartment complex and the provider. I’ve now ordered DSL, but it won’t be on until Monday. They’ve been jerking me around for 2 weeks. Because of that, I’d normally go to someone else, but DSL’s my only high speed option left. No cable modem availability in my area for some reason. I should be on more regularly next week. I’m only working half days this week, so there’s not a lot of screwing off time. I’m also really friggin tired. Not because of work, but because of the damn playoffs. Stayed up until fucking midnight last night to watch Edmonton beat us in OT. We’ve lost Matvichuk and Nieuwendyk. Last night Marchant was all over Modano like a blanket and Hogue was almost decapitated a couple times. Not a good way to end a long day. So, I’m running on about 5 hours of sleep. 12 in the last 3 days. I’ll be lucky to make it through the week. My farts make noise again. After the surgery, I had plenty of gas. They all stunk impressively, and without the noise they did have a kind of guerilla warfare stealth thing going on. And it’s not like I could control it. People’s homes, the mall, etc. I specifically avoided restaraunts because my immobility at a table would have allowed the culprit to be identified. I was flatulent, not stupid. Anyway, a couple of nights ago, I was watching TV and just let one rip. I was so happy. I consider it my final stage of recovery. I haven’t let my doctors know yet, but I’ll be sure to next time I see them. Maybe they’ll throw a party for me or something. I’m sure they’ll be excited.
I guess that’s it. Not much is going on right now, considering the fart thing is the most exciting thing to happen to me in the last couple of weeks. We need a DFW Dopefest so I can have something to write about. Zyada, Grace, Troy, anybody? I should probably start another thread, but it’ll be hard enough keeping up with this one. I have to turn the proxy on and off so it looks like I’m doing something legitimate. And Grace, my Mom has your books. I’ll get them to you whenever I can. She still has a couple more to go.