Can I get you anything? Do you have an iphone 6 charger?

I've got a new roommate and I decided to host a my first Taco Tuesday to have some friends over to meet him.  It was a pretty fun night, including some cards against humanity and an actual table where we all SAT and ate our tacos! It was fancy.  No more eating off our laps, which means we're totally responsible adults.  Maybe caviar and crumpets are in my future.

Every one was getting along great, and my roommate was fitting right in nicely.  He asked at one point while getting up for a beer from the fridge if anyone wanted anything.  My friend Katie piped up immediately asking for an iphone charger.  He definitely wasn't expecting that response, but after blinking at get for a few seconds, gladly obliged.   I think at over point everyone charged their phone...hmm I should charge a fee.

Well I figure withstanding my loud crazy taco night and being able to hang with a game of cards against humanity is probably a good sign for this roommate.  Let's see if he survives my Halloween party next!  I'm accepting ideas for a theme, so give me a suggestion!

Electric parade

Howdy folks!  My leg is electric.  Or, rather, it seems to have developed an electric shock ability.  When I would take a step my leg would get a shooting pain and give out underneath my weight.  This went on for about two weeks and then dissipated.  

I paraded around for the next week or two with the fear of my leg pulling an episode 6.  That fear was legitimate, because the pain returned.  Silly Jedi.  Now it is focused entirely in the bend at my hip.  I always seem to want to pull my leg off like a Barbie doll, and then jam it back into the right place.  It just doesn't feel right and I can't shake it off like swift.  

I've seen my doctor and have been told to avoid some of the types of movements that I'm doing at my new gym.  On top of that, I'm icing my hip three times a day.  I hope it goes away.

Want some icing on that cake?  I also electrocuted myself a little last week at my parents basement.  I reached up to twist a fixture my mom had claimed didn't work and ZAP.  That stung for a few minutes.  

All this is also going on during moving.  I moved a majority of my things all by myself and it has me broken and gnarled.  I feel like an old battered tree; bent, knotted and ready to snap.  Ugh.

Boy, I'm beaten up.