Pensive

So, there's something about being forced to stay immobile for most of the day that makes you think. I mean, I usually spend the weekends in bed by choice, but that leaves a lingering feeling of guilt. However, due to the aforementioned cab hitting, my right leg is encased in a weird velcro/steel bar contraption, and walking would be hard enough even if my apartment weren't a minefield of disasters waiting to trip up my crutches.

So. I'm lying in my bed trying to avoid my roommate with whom I am passive aggressively fighting. (How hard is it to avoid him while you're in bed, you ask? Harder than you'd think. I have to go to the bathroom sometimes.) I'm not thinking grand thoughts, mostly petty ones (one being- if I stole one of the keys off his keychain, he couldn't get in....)

Also, I want a parrot.