So, these days, I'm starting to think a plague has fallen on this house. I don't know why I feel it's necessary to post this sort of thing on an internationally posted blog, but here it is. I just got over a staph infection--barely keeping my leg. (slight exaggeration, I was only mildly afraid of gangrene. but it was awful. my leg wanted to rot off.) Thank the Lord for antibiotics, eh? But, nonetheless, it's gone. (The infection, that is...not my leg) Before that, I broke my cheekbone. (Okay, that's another exaggeration. I got a black eye as a result of colliding cheek to forehead with someone on a football field. Yes, my cheekbone was painfully swollen for 2-3 weeks, but...I wouldn't say broken) And now, I feel like I'm getting lock-jaw. My jaw is killing me. Chewing is painful. Yawning is almost out of the question (but unfortunately, yawning can never really be out of the question since it's quite uncontrollable.) My jaw hurts so bad sometimes, it gives me an ear-ache. If anyone has ever seen Joe vs. the Volcanoe, I'm starting to feel like any moment, I'll go in to the doctor's office and he's going to say: "I'm sorry, the odd thing is, you're a hypochondriac. But, since you insisted on so many tests, we found out you have this terminal disease called a 'Brain Cloud.' So you aren't sick, except for this symptom-less fatal disease." (I hope, if you're reading this, you will have seen the movie. It just won't make much sense otherwise. You see, Joe is this character who lives a boring life going in and out of a terrible job day to day and thinks he's sick and miserable 98% of the time. He keeps consulting a doctor who eventually tells him about his "Brain Cloud" and then encourages him to live the last few months of his life adventuring. Only problem is, he's broke. He spent all his money on doctors. Anyway...it all turns out well in the end...full of equal parts life lessons and utter silliness.)

Things will even out in the end, I'm sure...but I'm just curious to wake up each morning to find out what's in store...

I feel terrible writing this now, only because I just got out of "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly." Truly beautiful and amazing. And if you see it and don't become insanely aware of how valuable life is, then you might not be human. I guess I had a moment of inhumanity just then. I take it back. Staph, jaw, cheek and all...I'm great. I can walk and talk and eat and sleep...I'm well.