"It's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you"

Still without cable for the time being which translates into more boredom than I had originally thought. It's not that I watch that much TV normally but there's just nothing to do when strung out on painkillers while icing an injured leg. Ordinarily I would just surf the web a little to pass the time but stealing the neighbor's internet doesn't give a very good connection. In the meantime, I've hooked up my DVD player to give me something to watch but my movie selection is rather slim. So far I've watched Ocean's 11 and Batman Begins a few times each.

The real treat of the day for me was when I joined TR and his roommate John when they went to the movies to see Pineapple Express. I enjoyed the movie for what it was but thought it would be much better based upon its hype. James Franco played a great drug dealer and the storyline moved along quite nicely, however, the awkward situational comedy that has worked so well in Superbad and Knocked Up fell a little flat in my opinion. It was almost as if they were trying too hard rather than just letting it all flow together. Still one of the best groups of actors out there that participates in the same movies.

After the movie we decided to go to Mothers for a nice $2.66 burger and fries. By this point, the pain killers had completely taken over whatever part of my brain is responsible for caring about my surroundings and actions. I really enjoy hanging out with TR and John but I feel like every time so far that the three of us have hung out, at least one of us is too intoxicated to function properly. Guess this time was my turn, as I felt no desire to try to converse nor any ability to find conversation starters.

Upon returning from the movies, I walked home and proceeded to ice the leg some more and watch Batman Begins another time. The pain killers made the executive decision that I no longer needed to be awake so I entered into a perpetual state of delirium as I had to answer the phone at least a few times throughout the couple hours of mental exhaustion my body tried to pass off as sleep. It wasn't a restful slumber yet somehow I feel rejuvenated and clear headed enough to write and maybe do some laundry. Might head across the street later to chill and watch some movies (still no cable for them either) while abusing certain substances.

Andrew has been sleeping since around one o'clock pm after his graveyard shift last night and before his shift begins at midnight. Before he fell asleep he had mentioned that he doubts he will be going back to St. Pete since he doesn't have a ride down there. Not sure if that meant I was supposed to offer him a ride, but I didn't want to commit to offer something that I am not entirely sure of myself. He didn't seem too upset about the circumstance though as he looks at it as an opportunity to pick up extra shifts and make some extra money. He is working an awful lot though and I'm worried that he is unhealthily exhausting himself with all that work, although I trust that he knows his own limits. He goes to work and pretty much just sleeps away all the hours he spends here. I just hope he doesn't get burnt out from all that work and no play. I believe it is important to demonstrate a balance.

Just for the record, I will never again take my physical health for granted. Having an injury that requires constant attention and medication greatly limits my normal day-to-day activities and I cannot wait for this unfortunate circumstance to be over and dealt with. I want to be able to walk again without hobbling. I want to be able to put my room together the way I want it, to do house work and such, to work out again. I loathe having to schedule my day around needing to ice the leg and make decisions based upon knowing that I need to stay off said leg.

Of all the days/weeks for me to be sidelined with an injury, this timing has to be one of the worst possible. I want nothing more than to be able to take control of my life and make myself happy with new situations, however, I feel completely incapable of doing anything for myself which is beginning to cause mild depression and anxiety. I need this leg to heal in order for me to feel like a whole person again rather than one-hundred fifty pounds of lethargy. I just wish there was something more I could do to speed up the healing process.

What's in my head: "I lost many assumptions about the simple nature of right and wrong. And when I traveled, I learned the fear before a crime and the thrill of success. But I never became one of them."