Friday night. Sitting here watching wrestling, WWE. Thinking that just another few weeks and I'll be able to get back to my own apartment.
It just makes sense now to wait till after this second surgery that I'll have some time in the next month. And then I'll have three scars on the knee and not just the one large one that goes from the middle of the thigh to the middle of my shin.
Wrestling. I love it and I hate it. It's like that one relationship that you keep coming back to every so often because your history is so deep.