  I just watched the worst film of the month. A Family Affair, a pick from the slim-stocked pickings from the Netflix gay and lesbian film collection.
Seems like theres just nothing out there with a plot deeper than a thimble, nothing with the production values good enough not to be distracted by short-cuts and blatant flaws. Will someone please make something good? The wound itching and another ankle that's calling on me to be surgically reconstructed too, I wish I was out with friends instead of wasting time before a computer screen. The usual straight-to-voicemail treatment trying to get a hold of Luis. Bryan cancelled plans to come over at 10ish. Somehow these next few hours carry with them a sense of stillness thats not comfortable tonight. At least Im current on my communications with folks. All this time on my back has really leant itself to my being good about keeping up with friends, with writing letters more extensive in thought that the usual trite run-downs like those that appear here a lot. Wrote a big-ol letter to Jeanne as a follow up to my initial toe-dipping letter that I wasnt entirely sure would reach her. A letter I enjoyed writing, something that engaged my mind for a good two hours. I even wrote to Anna  who never replies save for once every six months or so, but thats not the point for me.
Not everyone has the luxury (if I look at it that way) of hours and hours locked into one specific place. I bet if there was a contest, I could recite the news as spoken on NPR verbatim. I mean, I hear it forty times a day can even remember all their names just by hearing, for NPR news, Im What on earth can I do in this house that I havent either done or decided against in light of my injury/ies.
I hung THIRTY black & white photos in the past couple of days. And I even repainted my quarters, patching tiny holes left by the old resting places of different frames. And it looks wonderful; seems more like a gallery than a bedroom. Maybe its all the nudes that jar my sense of singledom. And my sense of feeling wholly within my body, being as it is, all 25 extra pounds compounded with my truer self. Then theres the blogger template and my budding knowledge of how to manipulate html. Yes, always a blog in there. And when Im done, maybe a word or two on me and Bryans run-in with the police late last night. Ah, a cliffhanger! 
