My knees are acting up. I am in pain. Ouch.

For those of you not familiar with the saga that is Pixie's knees... well, quite honestly, I have no inclination to tell the whole story again, suffice to say, I have bad knees, that cause me a lot of pain, due to a condition called petello-femeural syndrome. And yes, I'm sure I spelt that wrong. So sue me.

Other than the knees, my life has been fairly uneventful of late. Today was last day of classes before the break, thereby ushering in two weeks of, almost, full-time work at the bookstore. I'm thrilled. It may not sound like I am, but that's just because I'm tired and in pain. I really am quite thrilled.

Things I'm not thrilled about include my bloody Marx bio that's due on Jan 10, that I haven't particularily worked on yet; the state of bedroom; and that I have so many books fantastic books sitting in my room, wanting to be read, and not having the time to do so.

Lord, this is a very mundane type of post. I'm just going to stop typing now, so as to save my readers from dying of boredom. Sorry cyberspace - I promise to be insightful tommorow...