First trip to the physical therapist.

 Frankly?

I'm dreading it.

I never did get to sleep last night.  Around three in the morning I started getting muscle spasms, and the knee started making this…this crunchy sensation whenever it moved.  I eventually had to get back up and put the brace back on.

So the plan?  I'm due there at a quarter to eleven.  So I'm going to grab a bite to eat, nap until an hour before I have to leave, sync my iPod, and then pray for a good outcome.

Right now, the leg feels like that 'ouch' visual effect you see in Charlie Brown cartoons—the one with the squiggly lines, emphasis lines, and random geometric shapes that form and explode in sequence.

So food, painkillers, and a little luck.  Here goes nothing.

Just in:

 Borderlands is awesome.  One of the most satisfying FPS experiences I've had since the first time I played Perfect Dark on the Nintendo 64.

Great for blowing off steam.
See, I've got no idea when my work will actually let the right people talk to the physical therapists, so therefore I have no idea if I'm getting paid for my unexpected time off.

And now, to blow off more steam, I will willingly give myself a headache!  (I'm washing my hair.  Hard work is work.  So much flat iron time coming up very soon…but it can't wait.  Weather's too erratic to go to the hair dresser.)