Life coming at me

OK, first, some people might be wondering about my Facebook away message about cortisone, so I want to clear that up. I have not injured myself, and I'm not so old that my body is falling apart from one afternoon of playing softball. I play guitar and have been playing a whole lot lately because I'm helping with worship at Vineyard on Sunday mornings and at Platform on Tuesday nights. A few weeks ago, I started having sharp pains in my left hand while I was playing; it eventually got so bad that my hand and wrist were hurting pretty much all the time. I went to the doctor about it and ended up getting referred to a specialist who decided that I had tendinitis and that I needed to get two shots in my left hand. I was not a happy camper. And it hurt. But I'm getting past the soreness from the shots now, and hopefully my hand will be completely better once that happens.

In other news, Spring Break is here, and that makes me happy. I don't really have any set-in-stone plans except that I know I will spend part of the break working. I might go down to the beach for a couple of days. I might just lay around and be a complete bum. I need to get some homework done, too, so hopefully that will happen.

I'm really happy about my decision to take a break from school in August. I told my GRA supervisor the other day that I won't be returning in the fall, so it's pretty much official now. I might sign up for the social dance class just for the heck of it (and so I can still order football tickets). I don't know yet. It's kind of exciting and kind of scary not knowing what I'll be doing as of September. I'm not too worried about it, because I've got some money stored away and I know God'll take care of me. But it's going to be so weird looking for a real, adult job, and I'm not really sure what I want to do. It'll be a nice change, though.

Not too much else going on. Ashley and I went out for margaritas last night. We're going to do something tonight, too.

The end.