No, i wasnt in a coma for months and finally showed some movement in my pinky.
I literally moved houses, like a hermit crab. Only my shell got smaller, but my location got better, my friends got closer, and my happiness got...happier?
And yes, i live only 3 blocks from a 1-mile square radius of illegal activity and one of the shadiest 7-11's in America, but still, the location is a hundred times better than next to a wal-mart with a constant smell of feces in the air, which is where i moved from. Not that im home all that much anyway, but these things matter.
THE CREEPY VIEW FROM THE BACK OF MY U-HAUL:
AND THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW FROM MY NEW BACKYARD: