wha happen!?!?!

Hello, Children.  I recently injured my back and have been bedridden like some sort of large hippo who lives in a house and has a bed and also he hurt his back.  I’m sure you all know I’m generally the picture of perfect health, so this is a crushing blow to my nearly invincible person.

I feel like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window.  Or I wish I felt like him.  Because at least then I’d have a cool pair of binoculars, a chair with wheels, and some glamorous movie star looking after me.  As a side note, how undignified is it that those certain wheelchairs are called scooters?  I mean, I know they scoot you around but I feel it isn’t a very sophisticated name.  Like imagine if FDR had been in a scooter instead of a wheelchair.  Just look at his chair.
That is one classy chair with wheels.  It’s amazing.  Now picture FDR straddling one of those supermarket scooters with the basket in the front of it.  Now picture Eleanor Roosevelt sitting in the basket.  Now imagine Eleanor making out with a big pile of ladies.  And FDR watching.  I think I have painted you quite the historically accurate picture here.

I digress.

Back to me and Jimmy Stewart.  I’d probably be more like Bart Simpson doing the Jimmy Stewart thing.
I would definitely write a play. I haven’t yet.  Since this is the first time I’ve been able to sit up and type,  of course the best thing to do would be to write a blog entry instead of doing constructive writing.  But if Bart could write a play while physically compromised, I don’t see why I can’t.
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In fact, I will write a play.  I’ll be back shortly to do a dramatic reading for you all. 
STAY TUNED.