July 18th, 2002
Back pain is the worst. Four days of premature grandparentisticism. And counting.
The Horror. The Horror. o
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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!
this isn’t related to the other day, is it? rough week.
(ouch!)
(arg. trying to be clever.) this isn’t related to your last post, is it? rough coupla weeks, eh?
(ouch)
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.
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.