So, I've been as bitchy as I feared I would be today without my painkillers. Thank goodness the neurosurgeon appointment is early tomorrow. (By the way, total yay for that!)
I haven't been paying a lot of attention to the game tonight -- I really don't care about football -- but I do kind of hope that the Patriots win, but to be honest I wouldn't be upset if they didn't. I enjoyed Madonna. I've enjoyed the commercials. I finished Frederica, which was the absolute most adorable story ever written. Which I'm pretty sure I declared loudly and at length to The Hubby several times.
The Hubby took me shopping for a bit today, because my absolute favorite, completely beloved boots officially fell apart. So he bought me new boots. 'Cause he's a sweetheart. And then I finished the chocolate and peanut butter ice cream he bought me it yesterday, because he's a sweetheart.
Kind of looking forward to The Voice. I hate American Idol because too much of it is focused on being negative to people and making fun of people who obviously can't sing, but the worst singers on the The Voice are just average, y'know? Nobody ever sucks. Hopefully this year I can keep myself in perspective and not get all pissy and wish I could audition for it or anything (which I really couldn't, you know. I'm not that good. I'm decent, but I'm not amazing).
I'm debating on trying to start the new Jeffrey Eugenides book I checked out from the library -- The Marriage Plot -- because it looks interesting, but I've been hesitating for some reason. I guess we'll see. It's been staring at me from the top of my book shelf for awhile, so the guilt of not reading it is starting to get to me.
I've been thinking about, depending what the neurosurgeon says, starting to do some water walking. I'm just vain and shallow enough to worry about looking like an old lady, though. But apparently it's amazing exercise, and there's not a lot I can do with my back, so if the water walking would be helpful, then that's what I'll do. The chubbiness must die. (Well, that's not really my primary motivation. I want my back to get stronger. But it would be a nice side effect. Like cake for icing.) But all of that is really dependent on this appointment tomorrow, and I'm really not certain how I want it to go. The Hubby wants surgery -- let's get it fixed and get it done. The parents don't want surgery because surgery should always be the last resort. I see the pros and cons of both sides a little too clearly, so I just want someone to decide for me and then tell me what to do. Which I guess is what tomorrow will be.
Anyway. Yeah, I'm just rambling. I'm kind of nervous, I guess, but I don't really know what I'm nervous for. I guess we'll see.
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