Obviously this is a break in the action. You may be wondering what the hell I do all day and my answer is, not a lot. My body doesn't want to exercise. My mind is just getting back to normal. So that means a lot of time online and a dose of bad TV. Actually, I don't really end up watching too much TV because there simply isn't anything that interests me. I don't like Scrubs reruns. I don't like Law and Order, any Law and Orders. And as for the rest, well, the hotel offers a pretty pathetic line-up of channels. Two C-SPANs. Three CNNs. Two Arabic channels. One Turkish channel (No, really. I double checked. Turkey. You make sense of it. I can't.). Four Spanish channels (Those I can handle. For those ladies out there who don't understand why, ask your man.). No HBO, Showtime, Cinemax. Not even Stars, the poorman's movie channel. There really isn't much to watch.
So I get up pretty late because I usually spent most of the night trying to sleep. I usually take a walk like old people take walks. I'll try to do the crossword and read the paper. Usually, MD Anderson has me doing something. So I'll hit that test after lunch. I might venture to Target in the afternoon or somewhere else that's easy to get to. And then it's dinner time.
I know it's all boring. But doing anything major is still sort of difficult. Just not a ton of energy. I'm basically like an eighty year old only I don't have trouble chewing my meat. I wish I could do something more worthwhile. I tried to do some ads for Bob and David but they didn't seem to get back to me once I sent them a round of headlines for Bally's Health and Fitness. For example, for St. Patrick's Day I wrote, "Lift some weights, greenhead." And for Valentine's Day I wrote: "Girls, if you don't have a date for Valentine's Day, it's probably because you're fat and ugly. So you need to come here to get rid of the fat part." Like I mentioned, David and Bob didn't respond. Maybe because they're really busy.
No update on the cancer part. The troops didn't take news of this lull too well. They know I voted for Barak Obama so now they say I'm soft, don't like the military and don't really support our troops. I heard they think I pal around with terrorists, too. They really want to fight. So do I. It's better than watching reruns of Scrubs.
Enclosed is a pict of the wife and kids at home about a half year ago. As Lou Reed would say, "Those were different times. "