... Friggin cybernetics need to get here already dammit ...

A few hours at the ER, a night on painkillers that make my old ones seem like M&Ms, and a cat who nearly got sent through the wall for climbing up onto my knee later ...

Why can't I just lop my friggin right leg off just above the knee and be done with it?

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Whoever it was who sent me a copy of "The Deathly Hallows", thank you. It was just what I needed while I was laid up last night. I'm going to have to reread it again due to being a bit doped up while doing it.