Hey! After exactly one week in the hospital, I’m home! Home to a spic-and-span apartment that my parents cleaned and laundered and stocked full of yogurt and soup and other non-have-to-cookables! Home to Marbles, who can’t seem to decide if she’s mad at me for leaving or so, so happy to have me back, what with all the yelling and purring on my neck and biting my elbows! Home just in time for the first ever gay kiss on daytime television! (see? my little luckiness strikes again!)

So yeah, I’m feeling better, but moving very, very slowly and feeling sore — so, still lots of sleeping and staring, only now I’m on vicodin instead of morphine, and I ditched the assless robe for pajamas, which are riding hi! to avoid my scar, which is actually pretty cute, even the nurses said so!

Thanks, Jay, for the snap!