Stuff and... stuff?

I wanted to write a post about social awkwardness tonight, but I have been doing physical therapy (went Monday for baseline measurements and yesterday to actually start) as well as exercises at home after work. This has made me increasingly tired and brain-dead long before I want to shut down for the evening, which means the posts I construct in my head earlier in the day tend to fall by the wayside while I'm staring at things on the internet until it's time to go to bed. Kind of sad, really.

Sheesh, I knew my endurance had declined, but I didn't think I had none left and would have to build it back from the ground up. Oh well. I guess it's good I'm getting cardio (in the form of riding the bike Mike got me for Christmas) and starting to do specific stretches to get my range of motion back. I can now put my foot on the ground and kind of walk, but it's pretty pathetic because my foot doesn't bend the way a normal foot would when walking. This makes sense considering I've been told not to do anything for the last three months. Still, it's hard to work out in real time, especially given how much I used to do before I injured myself.

And Patton Oswald just said, "I'll make your dick smell like Duck Dynasty!" on @Midnight, so there's that.