Ramblings of the Mad Cow

What are you going to do? Your company is bankrupt, your boss is dead. Your kids are flying around the galaxy blowing your stuff up. Bummer.

Damn, damn, damn. I have to have surgery on Monday. A week to prepare. I can prepare the house, my friends, my family, the kids, and my dog. But how do I prepare me? I so feel that my body betrayed me. I went to sleep one night a healthy, kick ass, 20 something, and woke up with some 90 year old man’s knees. What the hell? So now I get to go through a nice, painful procedure that might help with the pain. Then 6 weeks of my life recovering after that. All for hopefully better knees than I have now.

This sucks.

Just got a call from my knee guy, and it looks like I better warm up to using the cane.

Just when you think life can’t get any suckier, it smacks you upside the head with some amazingly sucky news.