Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

I hope this APP presentation didn't say anything mean…

The ModProm spaces Phil and I looked at today were really sweet. With any luck we'll confirm a location at the start of the week (we're down to two main options)… BMEfest should be really nice! Space is going to be limited potentially (150-200 people) — we should be able to set up a reservation system in the next few days as well so you can reserve a spot.

So earlier today Daniel (my trainer at the gym, who just got back from Coachella where I guess he bumped into an IAM member from Jersey in a moment of coincidence control) asked me if I was still feeling like I didn't want to do anything legs-related exercise-wise. Because my discomfort is as much as I can feel like I can take, I said I wanted to stick with that until after the surgery because I can not risk making it any worse.

The irony comes in because as I'm walking home from the gym I slip, my foot twists so my right toe is turned about ninety degrees inward, and it collapses at the knee. Ouch! So yeah, cane day. Haha, I should have just worked out instead if I'd known I was going to be sore anyway!

I have more of the mystery postcard puzzle to post but there's a lot of cards in that set so I have to get a chance to scan them. But I wanted to thank the person who sent this card, it really made me feel a lot better. I don't know that I'm quite as nice as they think, but it makes me smile to think that someone cares enough to flatter me even if it's not.

I've been trying not to complain so much because really, what's the point? For who-knows-how-long I've [physically] felt pretty much exclusively either nothing or pain. It sucks. I barely sleep and most days I spend a couple hours wishing I could figure out a way to make it all end without fucking over tons of people I care about. But blah blah blah. Whine whine whine. The point is I just wanted to really thank all the people who send me little notes, support BME, help with projects, hang out and help out in person, and so on. I can't begin to express how grateful I am to everyone and, trust me, any positive effect I've had on others lives is minor in comparison to how much others have helped me.

Even if I'm shamefully poor about replies, I really want people to know what a difference it makes. It means a lot to me.

Anyway… two months and two weeks (or so) left to go before the surgery. That's not very long. I can hold my breath till then… But for now, for today, I've got to start drawing a pile of suspension diagrams. Then I'll make myself miserable watching a TV show about an eccentric ass with a drug problem and a bum knee. Even my choice of entertainment is narcissistic haha.

Meh, I think I'll go paint instead.