Back pain is the worst. Four days of premature grandparentisticism. And counting.
The Horror. The Horror.
Dave Thomas
What is this shit? Is that really you? Why did you swallow a riding crop? Where did you get this number? Take off my shoes or I’m calling the police!
http://kustapie.blogspot.com kate
this isn’t related to the other day, is it? rough week.
(ouch!)
http://kustapie.blogspot.com kate
(arg. trying to be clever.) this isn’t related to your last post, is it? rough coupla weeks, eh?
(ouch)
dj blurb
It’s all related.
Note: images not necessarily those of blurbomat.com or any member of blurbomat.com editorial staff unless noted. If that’s not confusing enough: it’s not my spine shown. But my spine feels like it should be shown in that configuration. That might be the vicodin talking.
http://fish.uc.org fishy
What a wild co-incidence… I threw out my back this weekend. Spent the bulk of Sunday in bed. Okay, to maybe not co-incidence, as I am sure that several million people threw out their backs this weekend. But I was one of them, and I am damn proud. Or something.