Monday, May 20
Twelve days in a plaster cast, and doctors orders to no longer wear it and get into the physio.
Healing quick is nice, and the full length compression bandage is handy for the current cold weather…now it’s just a matter of getting the elbow moving, which is sucking by the way.
Painful shit at times.
Monday, May 13
Sunday, May 12
Saturday, May 11
Wednesday, May 8
So many people seem enchanted enough by the decadence described in [The Great Gatsby] to ignore its fairly obvious message of condemnation. Gatsby parties can be found all over town. They are staples of spring on many Ivy League campuses and a frequent theme of galas in Manhattan. Just the other day, vacation rental startup Airbnb sent out invitations to a “Gatsby-inspired soiree” at a multi-million-dollar home on Long Island, seemingly oblivious to the novel’s undertones.
It’s like throwing a Lolita-themed children’s birthday party.
All that glitters is not gold, possessions or postcodes don’t define us, and as hackneyed and cliched as it sounds it’s what’s underneath that counts. Geez.
Sunday, May 5
Rule of thumb, when you’ve had enough on a Saturday night and are trying to hail a cab from the street…watch your step.
You could end up with a broken elbow, which in my kind of lifestyle, is essentially four weeks of hell.
The cast comes off early June. Ouch.
Anyone wanna be my right hand man?