This morning I woke up and it was my usual early time so I went to the Premier's stampede breakfast at 7:30 am.  Despite the free food, this is not something I would recommend due to the fact that it was all hoity toity suits frolicking around and attempting to network.  Although since all of them are on the atkins diet there were plenty of pancakes for me and very little sausages and  bacon which suits me just dandily.  Otherwise it was boring exceptionally boring.  After that I went to my physio appointment which was strangely quite exciting since it was a new physiotherapist that my mom and I decided I should go to to get a second opinion since my regular physiotherapist is a bitch and a pessimist and says I will be in a wheelchair in three years.  And she is mean and hurts me with her muscle stimulator.  Anyhow, the new one was pretty darn nice and she even fixed my back for me which was gloriously wonderful and she says could possibly help my knees.  All was well until she told me that in order to fix the pain I have to feel the pain.  Which I think could be quite terrible since it means stopping taking all of my anti-inflammatories, and cortisone injections, and tylenol arthritis pain, and advil.  But, since she is nice I will do it.  So today was my first day without those lovely and comforting drugs.  It was ok a tad painful but generally not as bad as I expected.  Maybe she's right and I probly don't need quite so much.  I'm gonna try anyhow at least for a week.  The rest of the day was quite uneventful.  I decided not to go to the stampede with my pals because it is not that tremendous once you've been there a million times and I am boycotting it and I also have no money.  But I'm kinda glad I didn't since that much walking is painful with my drugs and probably agonizing without.  Sorry if I'm really grumpy this week...  So instead I came home and my mother told me to vacum.  Well, I was in a bad mood due to being faced with a week of pain (its actually not that bad..did I tell you that already?) and so I vacumed rather violently.  This ended up with me breaking the vacum.  I can tell you the family dictator was not pleased about this.  He ranted and raved for about an hour and refused to let me go out.  My consequence was that I can't go out and I have to take the stupid vacum to the vacum repair place on the bus and pay for it to be fixed.  Which isn't really altogether that bad.  O and I'm grounded.  But neohitler started darning the curtains after dinner and fell asleep in his chair so I grabbed my kite and went for some lovely evening kite flying with a friend.  We had about as good a time as it is possible to have while flying a kite and ended up tying three kite strings together and flying it massively high! This was highly amusing.  Then we started realing it in and it was pulling really really hard.  So we realed in the irst two strings and were on the original one when it all of a sudden....completely unexpectedly...surprisingly....astoundingly...broke...  so the kite started flying of its own accord across the field, over the playground, across the boulevard, and out of sight.  This was rather traumatizing.  I limped after it as best as I could.  Soon I realized that I would probably be shot if I were to not find the stupid kite since his majesty takes great pride in his fabulous kite.  Anyhow long story short, we asked random dog walkers and evening strollers and eventually a rollerblading guy came up to us and asked if we were looking for a kite....good guess since we were still carrying the string reel.  He said he had found the end of the string.  So we found the end of the string but the kite ended up being about four houses down in someone's backyard.  So now four houses are strung together by the roofs with kite string.  But the occupants were laughing so I don't think they hate us.  Besides, I live like four blocks away from these ppl and its a city so yeah I'll probably never see them again.  And now their cats can tightrope walk between houses and that's always a bonus.  It was a good time all round...but tiring....that's my story of the day..its long for not having really done anything...anyone wanna come take my vacum to the shop with me tomorrow?? or possibly offer me a ride?  the thing is older than me (exact antiquity unknown) and massive! so assistance would be hugely appreciated.  My greatest fear is that they will be like wow I have never seen a vacum so old...there is no way we can fix this.  You'll just hae to buy a new one.  Hahaha great it will probably cost about a million dollars ...so much for ever getting out of debt.  but yes much love to all who actually care enough to expend the effprt it takes to read this much of a massive rant! You are my true and lovely pals! Love laura-ann