INSIDE MY SHOULDER

...there is much ugliness. This is only the fifth or sixth time I've done this to myself.

This time was over the handlebars...


(Stock photo, not me)

The time before that I was drunk at the batting cages. Oops. And so on. Yes, I am a 28 year old trapped inside a 50 year old body (no offense 50 year olds, I know some in better shape than me).

Besides being really painful to do just about everything--from putting on socks to typing at the computer (typing one handed, sooooo slow)--I get to have a titanium pin implanted in my shoulder for my upcoming one year anniversary instead of a long awaited honeymoon to Mexico City (and boy is my wife pissed).

In the meantime, while I've been agonizing over my socks and drooling through a vicadin induced stupor, the grad school work has really piled up. I guess I won't be blogging much in the early part of the new year either.