I'm back.

Well it happened. The curse I've been avoiding for years- three of them, to be more on the money- finally hit me. I have 'senioritis.' I hate that overused, completely unspecific word, so I'll clairfy. I am sitting in bed and I do not, for anything at all, not even physical therapy, want to get up. Now, let's seperate this from laziness, they are not the same thing, I'm just having that 'no-reason-to-do-anything-at-all-right-now' lack of motivation that forces me to think, hey, those two lab write-ups that are due today, when are they really due, I mean, when do they absolutely HAVE to be in? And then I think to myself, well, not until 1300, so reasonably, I could start them at 1100 and be fine.
Fine, but not great. This is where As that I have become Bs that I don't want.
Procrastination sucks. I KNEW I should have dropped out of High School and gone to a Buddhist temple in Sri Lanka when I was a junior, and I wouldn't be facing this mess.

I'd be half-way to enlightenment by now.

Okay so anyway, my knee surgery went great if you consider a replaced ACL, a torn MCL and a half-torn barely salvaged sewn up medial meniscus. "great." Turns out this rugby player is benched. For like 6 months. Which may very well preclude me from playing in the national championships this year, which I don't even want to begin thinking about because it is beyond where I'm at right now. Currently, my mind is on being able to bend and straighten my knee, walk on it sans crutches and pain-free, and begin to use stairs again. Huh. Did I mention how much this sucks?

Uh, what else, home was nice, kind of, my Senior Seminar presentation is 9 days away and I am SO not ready yet (I will be, I will, I will....I hope?), and the Red Sox won the World Series so really, no matter what my weekend could not be looked down upon in any way.

More later.