Ok here's the rundown.

My feet are killing me....again. I had a Black Russian again the other day and have come to a conclusion that it's def one of the few drinks that actually make me feel alive....Go figure.

I can't seem to finish King Lear for some bloody unknown reason. I mean how long does it take to read 5 Acts? I can't seem to get pass Act 1 and I've already spent a considerable amount of time on it. Mom thinks my mind is wandering as I read. I mean she was actually watching me stare at one page for like 10 minutes. Something's bloody wrong and I don't know what. Right this moment I feel like my life is stagnant. I mean I am actually not moving up or down...Of course down would be depressing....but no movement at all?!

I am still upping and downing to the hospital....I think my aunt has actaully worked this whole stay into her life. But it's a relief to see her enthusiastically waiting fot the day when the removal of casts occur. I mean if she's allowed herself to resign to this hospital life...I'd be alarmed.

I wanna watch a Celebrity Deathmatch between Mariska Hargitay and Connie Nielson....Hahah, that would be kick-ass action, man.

Well that's it fer now...You have to excuse me, King Lear beckons....and you never let royalty wait! Have a good week, m'dearies!