Mmmm percocet good.....

I'm here. I'm alive. Sore and whimpering, but alive.
The surgery went well; was uneventful, except that it hurt a lot more afterwards then I thought it would. Thank God for percocet. But I'm up and kicking now!
Um, yeah right...up and kicking = sitting up at the computer once in a while and able to now take care of a few things around the house. Though I will be returning to work tomorrow.
Note the excitement in my tone...

Actually, there are a few good stories I can tell related to my time off, surgery, and things that have happened around here because of those things. Alas, I'm way too fucking tired to write any of that stuff coherently at the moment. Besides, I know you are waiting for the second half of The Thing's story anyway. Which [insert evil laughter here] you're going to have to wait another day or two to read...though, before you lynch me, let me point out that I am just as anxious to read it as you are. Apparently, The Thing is still in the process of writing & editing Part 2 and won't let me have or even read it until he's done. However, he has promised to give it to me tonight or tomorrow.
Good thing you guys love me, eh?