One time, in fifth grade, I had to have surgery.

So I just got back from a fun night of ice blocking. Ice blocking, for those who don't know, is pretty much the opposite of sledding. Instead of having something not ice between you and the snowy ground, you have an ice block for a sled, and no snow on the ground. Its fun, I guess, so long as you aren't terribly overwieght, and you know how to steer an ice block. But towards the end, it stopped being fun, and now I'm sitting here annoyed or in a Deep blue something. There's no cake and no ice cream, Happy Birthday...