Mike said I should start a blog. Maybe I will post pictures of the "thirty pounds of meat hanging off my hip." I'm worried about freaking out when I can't feel my leg. In general, I'm worried about freaking out. I wish my mom could come with the whole time. Or Mike! I'd like that. Agh, I miss I miss I hurt!
I'm almost done with Lolita. It is so good. I think I'll be done by Saturday, assuming I don't feel like reading tomorrow. Then I'm going to read the two books I took from Mike. When I came home from Bloomington, I was wearing a yellow sweatshirt and it completely matched the Miranda July book. So dorky!
I hope that they do the right ankle.
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