  well then, i guess i fucked up this whole surgery thing. i can point my toes (gently) and ... well, i can do it. i'm cleaning the goo. shit. what now? saw the fucker off? run on it? i'm sick of this. being broken, being crippled... fuck it all. i'm running on this thing as soon as i can get permission to take off the boot. fuck health. i'm so far from optimal. who even cares anymore? 
