One of my coworkers received a large box of Easter crap from his folks today, including an enormous number of Peeps. I commented that we should microwave them, and someone asked why.

Peeps, as has been repeatedly documented, expand to several times their original size in the microwave, and then poof out in an awesomely gruesome fashion. Occasionally, they explode and leave a delightfully sticky mess all over the microwave.

What do a bunch of grown people (of whom I’d like to note I am the youngest) decide to do when presented with this information and are unsure whether to believe it? Conduct their own testing in the office microwave.

This is what happens at 8pm on a Thursday when people work 12 to 15 hour days together for eight months in a row: They start acting like a bunch of twelve year olds.

My physical therapist threw in the towel today. I’m not making any progress with anything other than the exercises I’m doing at home, so he doesn’t see much point in me continuing to come in.

I can sort of understand, since I can do quite a bit of stuff on my own, and I suppose it’s best not to waste money and insurance-covered PT visits when they’re not going to do much beyond what I could do on my own.

The problem is, it basically means surgery is now pretty no longer a question of if but what and how. Still waiting on getting a second opinion for that.