I'm feeling kind of short on words today. It's hard not to go, "Midnight. Cat's mad. So am I. End." I feel like I should write *something* though, because writing generally helps to un-mad me. So I'll fill you guys in on this summer, and what has -- and hasn't -- been happening.
It occurred to me a few weeks ago that if by some insane stroke of fortune I become gainfully employed immediately following my graduation this coming May, this summer is my last summer in the "one huge vacation" sense of the word. After I got over the thrill of being able to date my graduation in months instead of years (!!!!!) I determined that if this is to be my last true summer, I am damn sure going to send it out in style. Enter doing whatever the hell I want *without feeling bad about it,* which is where I always got caught up before. Before, if I woke up at 10 and took a 2-hour nap at one, I felt shameful and lazy. Now I consider it stockpiling my sleep for decades of 9-to-5-ing. I rationalize this by saying that crippled people need more sleep than non-crippled people, because we use more energy to put our shoes on in the morning than the average person uses to run a mile.
But sleep is not the only thing I'm stockpiling. I'm also heaping up some *fun.* The past 2 weeks, said fun has caused me to miss church because my eyes are still cemented shut by sheer exhaustion on Sunday mornings. (Sadly, this does not entail what I know some of you are thinking. I know you are thinking it because I am thinking it, and that's why we're friends: we think a lot alike.) 2 weeks ago was the water park. We drove all the way to Stroudsburg to go to Camel Beach: me and Biz, Mama and Dad. I screamed my way down a water slide or two (after standing in line for 45 minutes on an uphill slope -- and I do mean standing; the hill was too steep to push my manual up) and scraped up my feet nearly killing myself in the wave pool. (Bad balance + thunderous waves equals screaming good time divided by the potential for drowning -- thank God for Biz's Army Lifesaver training, because the lifeguard on duty was a moron.) We wound up the day eating sinfully fattening things at Red Robin for dinner, and it was some of the best family time we've had in months.
This past Saturday (7/23) we went to Crazy Bob's Drive-In in Linden to see the last Harry Potter and also Green Lantern. It was a fantastic night. It had finally cooled down enough to be comfortable; we put up the hatch and Dad sprawled out with me in the back of whatever the heck it is my parents drive. Biz and Mama sat in lawn chairs on the grass. I kicked my shoes off and dangled my bare feet out, ate a greasy, sugary, delicious funnel cake (for which I paid dearly all day Monday), and learned how to find the North star by tracing the Big Dipper. (I love it when my dad teaches me things like that. No one ever really did much of that when I was growing up, that throwing around a baseball and showing me the night sky sort of stuff. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it, no matter how old I get.)
Also happening in my summer is greater comfort through Baclofen! Yay! I went to the neurologist last week for the first time in like 7 years. I expected him to be a total jerk-off, because let's face it, I've seen a lot of high-order medical professionals in my time and most of them are jerk-offs. They start looking at scans and test results and forget basic communication skills. (How to Interact with Lower Level Beings: 101.) He was pretty nice, though. Told me to keep losing weight, to brace my back, and to replace my Flexeril with Baclofen and call him in a week. I want to send the man flowers. I want to freaking marry him. This stuff is great. It makes me a bit drowsy, but hey, I'm stockpiling my sleep and my fun and taking Dexadrine every day, so napping or hopping around jumped up on Speed -- makes no difference to me either way.
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And there you have the major happenings of the last few weeks in more detail than was necessary. I am proud to report that I have lost a total of 11 pounds since I started counting in June sometime, and the healthy new diet continues to work. Whole grains, lots of vegan food, fruits and veggies out the arse, lean cuts of chicken, turkey or fish, kill the soda, nix white flour, watch that sugar -- and don't eat any funnel cakes at the drive-in.
*Unintelligible grumbling* (Not really.)
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