Comes a host of responsibilities. They expect me to actually walk places, like the hairy beast they call Diablo. I am not an animal and shall walk when and where I choose to. I've been called some new names the last few weeks...zombie has been prominent as apparently my balance walk resembles a zombie. I can only presume this is a term of endearment...(note to oneself: google zombie)
And so my transformation is beginning next week, my surgery to turn me into part iron man will happen and I will be on the path to being invincible...those who crossed me shall then feel my wrath.
That's all for now I must try to leave the iPad back beside the sleeping parentals. Toodles