…ONNIES. Bonnies, because my mother reads these.

But it’s so good to be back, after all the crap that went down just before the end of last semester. Ladies and gentlemen, in my personal experience, the “ideal life” of lying around in bed all day, waited on hand and foot, it gets old after about a week. Seriously. No matter how well you actually feel, you just want to get up and start to get crap done on your own again. Even if it’s just being able to walk downstairs again when nobody else is home.

Thankfully, I’m far past that stage of post-op recovery, and now I can refocus on the stuff that matters (and yes, I do mean the whole clichéd “school, moving on with my life” schtick that everybody jumps to while putting their life back together), and now I can finally start to get aforementioned yet-unfinished crap done.

However, my focus will be divided this semester, much like my physical location and attendance will likely be. After all, my doctors are all back home, so watching ol’ Stinky Pete would be tough without a few return trips home. The first of these, incidentally, is in less than a week, so if I suddenly vanish from campus it’s okay, I will return promptly if all goes well (which it should).

Because why shouldn’t it? After a few months of events that can only be (nicely) described as challenging, things are looking up again. I’m back at school, classes look to be engaging and entertaining simultaneously, and my teachers seem to be pretty awesome people. My friends welcomed me back with open arms in a very literal sense and I’m heading up to a place of solace for the weekend. Life is looking pretty damn good. Except for one small matter, which might end up spurring a second post today, for which I’m probably going to receive some flak. But this issue has been a thorn in my side that I really don’t need, so I’m going to vent a bit.

But anyway, to summarize: I’m back and ready to go. Let’s do this.