Every time I give thought about moving out of the area, I remember two things; I love this house, and how badly we broke our bodies when we moved here.

During his HBO run in the late 90's he was on top, then perhaps had the most precipitous fall from relevancy when he had a hard right turn after 9/11...because conservatism is the death of comedy.

The answer is 3-6 months, if at all. It's certainly better than the complete blind spot that got me to go to the hospital in the first place, but I'm uncertain if it's improving...and I'm worried that this is this is new normal...I just never considered that to be a possibility until now.

...but sitting down and failing to write last night because I was too distracted by visual stimulus...I began to wonder, and you know, bother to look up what the recovery time is ...because I never thought to do that since I begin with the assumption that things will work out.

But I was told all the cool kids get minor brain damage due to bloodflow issues!

Second, Trajan's Column, because why the @#$% do you have Trajan's Column in your back yard?

Third, because I am a pop culture b!itch, one of Drew Struzan's movie posters...maybe Duck Tales: Treasure of the Lost Lamp because I feel like I could get away with that one.