Did not walk with a cane at all today. . . my knee still hurts but it's a lot more flex. . .
Went home to see my parents this morning. It was nice to go home for a little while. New record: it only took my mom 67 minutes to bring up my hair. You see it is a long convoluted story but basically my mom is never happy with my haircut--too long and I'm a hippy, too short and I look like buddah mixed with eraserhead--very flattering. She means well, though and that makes it alright, I guess. . .
My parents have always supported me in every way possible. I can't complain about my childhood as far as that goes--I was well taken care of and they put me a head of any of their needs. I think they still understand me better than I understand myself. . . go figure.
I love my parents. If I can ever give love or just give of myself a fraction of what my parents have for me, I will have lived a life of purpose. I am not going to go into details (some other time perhaps) but just know that I owe any type of success and happiness in my life to my parents.
And I don't care how lame that sounds.
today's soundtrack: secret machines now here is nowhere; rolling stones aftermath; snow patrol final straw; ted leo and the pharmacists shake the sheets; the langely schools music project innocence and dispair; and you'll know us by the trail of the dead madonna; lucinda williams car wheels on a gravel road; bellvue to be somebody; bright eyes i'm wide awake it's morning; roy orbison mystery girl ; Tom Waits Alice and Mule Variations
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