Quick check in with everybody. Ok. So I'm alive after my surgery. I went from (NO JOKE) 5'4" to 5'9." I'm taller than my dad and, thus, the_tallest_person_in_my_house. w00t to the end of time. Sort of. I'm in a big plastic brace from my armpits to my waist. I'm on Perkoset/Vicadin/Morphine pills every 4 hours. I sleep a LOT. I hurt even MORE. The pain is excruciating, I miss everybody, I'm miserable, and I don't even want to think about school right now. The only friends I allowed to see me in the hospital were JJ and Jason.........and I said hi............and then threw up for 20 minutes. Let's just say I'm very very sick. Not to mention the painkillers have nearly destroyed my digestive system. But I will survive, 'cuz "I'll keep on fighting, till the end.........." I'll post craploads on the whole "hospital" thing later.........right now..........I'm too tired.

Sis is back in college and all is good.
*Happy Birthday*to my little brother, Brad, he's finally a teenager now.
Mom is taking care of me everyday..........I'd be dead without her.
Dad is working eveyday..........I'd be dead without him.
Grandma moved without a hitch. :::wipes sweat from brow:::

GSC Update:
*NASA has lost all communication with the Spirit Rover, or, as Conan O'Brian put it, it's "as silent as Jessica Simpson on Jeoapardy." Spirit's sister rover, Opportunity, is poised to land this weekend.

*Bush (past Wednesday) announced his plans to retire the shuttle, expand the ISS, return to the Moon, and, eventually, go to Mars.