i looked up the other day while i was walking and saw that the hills were all completely green all the sudden. which means i missed all of spring.

i broke my collarbone on March 31st, which means that for the past month i haven't realistically been able to do any of the following things: play guitar, ride my bike, work at my job, put on a t-shirt, throw a baseball, draw, mow the lawn, repair anything, or carry anything that doesn't have a handle. i'm unaccustomed to dealing with limitations, but i resolved shortly after the accident to find creative uses for my suddenly abundant free time. i even made a list.

as usual with things like this, it's all more or less come to naught. i haven't written words or practiced singing, i've barely played piano, i haven't bought a car or a van or gotten auto insurance, i haven't gotten in touch with people i planned to get in touch with, i haven't cleaned my room, i haven't sold any of my excess guitar stuff, etc. etc. etc.

and of course i'm sitting here writing this instead of doing these things.

and of course i spent five minutes trying to get a good picture of poor me in my sling.

anyway, i've got exactly three weeks of this crap left. i hope to get at least a few things done between now and may 26th. and whether i do or not, you people better watch out, because when i get this sling off i'm coming out swinging.

they will be pitiful, atrophied swings... but i'll be swinging. mark your calendar.