I’ve been under house arrest for too long now.  The cats are enjoying it, Killer is all over me even as I type this.  But I’m going nuts stuck in this house.  It was different when I was choosing to stay inside because I was a depressed asshole, I was sparing my loved ones and fixing my head.  I feel better now, the two things that were weighing me down seem to be resolving themselves. 

Of course once those thing start to resolve new things pop up.  The day after we made a plan to get my best friend home I threw my back out.  I guess I should have been waiting for it, but I was caught off guard.  I wasn’t as worried about it as I should have been.  I figured it was just the effects of the fall and being under too much stress and that I would stop hurting eventually.  Instead my lower back decided it wasn’t strong enough to even close a closet door.  I’ve spent the last week in constant pain on and off a heating pad.  I’m so fucking old.

My brain is better though.  I miss my friends and being busy.  But the plan to get my best friend home involves me draining my savings account, sitting on a plane for many hours, and many more days in a Uhaul truck driving across the country.  So, I need to save money and I have to get back to normal mobility or I’ll be useless to him.  So for the next two weeks I’m content to sit in my house and watch too many movies.  But you won’t hear me complain if you want to drop by for a visit or have a long talk on the phone.  I swear I’m a nicer person then I was last week.