The worst part about waiting for my ankle to heal is waiting for my ankle to heal. I do not like waiting. I am a very impatient person. Which is rather ironic considering my tendency to procrastinate. But still. I can hobble about on my toes for short periods of time, but not in any capacity that is useful, and once my ankle starts to wobble its back to the crutches. So in essence, I am still pretty much house-bound.

And my replacement laptop adaptor won't show up until (probably) Tuesday. A week without my laptop. This has been its own sort of torture, really. I have a good set up in my bedroom -- all the fans are in there. But the desktop is in the living room and there's no real good place for the fans in the current layout (because I never use the desktop much anymore so its been the last thing on the list of things to organize since the move).

I laugh at myself a little bit over the fact that I've lived here for about 7 months and so much of it is still a mess that I never organized. I'm working on it, though. It's just ironic that I have all this free time since I can't be at work (oh, the horror), but I am not mobile enough to actually do anything. Most of what is left requires a lot of back and forth and taking things down to the recycling bin.

Which is in the alley.

Behind the apartments.

Not crutches-friendly.

But I'm trying. I got a little bit done today and now I'm back here in my chair with the splint back on. Once it gets cooler I'm going to try to do some more.

In the meantime, it is hot like it is everywhere else. Binky is sprawled in the kitchen and Quoth is curled up in the corner of the living room. Both of them in very shady spots. I am sweating just sitting here, listening to music, and thinking I ought to order some food 'cause its Sunday and places close early today and I sorta haven't really eaten yet today. So I best get on that.

As I read fic (and oh the massive amounts of fic I have read this week) I am envious of all these people jumping and walking and moving around without a care in the world for their ligaments. Because they haven't fallen off a motherfucking train.

Really grumpy. Have gottan so grumpy that I have actually transcended into angry grumpy which is actually giving me the temporary energy to do a shitload of laundry (finally) and clean up the apartment a little bit.

Most of the grump is related to money (surprise, surprise) but also the realization that I'm going to have to buy Microsoft Word 2007 in order to take this motherfucking computer course. Luckily, I can get it for $60. Still! That's $60 I could be using on textbooks. Sigh. So yeah, come next Tuesday I am going to be soooo effing broke. Now the question is: Do I buy it for Marten or do I buy it for Daisy? Curse having two operating systems!

Anyway. I am going to go and be angry and productive now. I am pretty sure this grump is all related to the reunion. The sister agrees.

Stupid reunion. Even after it's over the effects linger like week old fish. Ugh!

Edit @ 8:44 So just spent the last two hours on the phone with my sister. While I am now completely exhausted, I also feel better than I have since getting back. There are still a lot of emotions really close to the surface and I'm feeling pretty brittle but it's a good thing, I think. It's just like, "Wow." right now. Some stuff makes more sense, other stuff doesn't. I'm not so freaked out about starting school next week. I'm still pissed off at Mom and J. And sort of want to start calling her by her first name, too, because at the moment, I don't feel like she deserves such a title. I'm still pretty grumpy.