I promise that tomorrow I'll write a nice, long blog post, but today has been a bit wonky  and my back hurts and I haven't done anything I was supposed to. I have about a zillion phone calls to make and some emails to write. I hate it when people see me in a wheelchair...and automatically think I am obviously not all there mentally, like if my legs don't work right, that must mean my brain must not work either. A lot of people talk down to me and worse, look down on me for being the sad, little thing in the wheelchair. It makes me so mad, and I just want to scream, "I HAVE A MASTER'S DEGREE, WHICH IS PROBALY MORE EDUCATON THAN YOU WILL EVER DREAM OF GETTING. AND YES, I EARNED IT. THEY DIDN'T JUST GIVE IT TO ME BECAUSE THEY FELT SORRY FOR ME. SO QUIT TALKING DOWN TO ME! I AM SMARTER THAN I LOOK!" But I never do that. I am too boring. And nice. I need to quit that. At least, I can blog about it. I am so passive aggressive! Sometimes people are dumb. And this comic made me feel not quite so alone with my feelings.