It was a few days ago, when I was helping the guys at work shift a few boxes that had come in. As I got stuck in, trotting from van to pavement, an attractive redhead walked by. I looked over and said nothing, finding myself smiling meekly. She sneered in return and continued on her way.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in agony. I had pulled my lower back out of joint and several days on, it is only getting worse.
Granted, spending last weekend sitting at a jaunty angle for two days in front of my computer probably didn't help my spine much, but then neither did box shifting in this atrophied state.
I've had to cancel a birthday do I was off to tonight, you know, the one where I was to meet the Love of my Life™, choosing to go home and swallow more painkillers instead.
And to think I was mentally preparing myself to bike back to work and CHANGE EVERYTHING (etc). I can barely walk.
On the plus side, I have managed to break the barren patch to get back into writing The World's Worst Novel That Will Never Get Published™, so I'm happier. Furthermore, Obama's become president. You heard it here first. Am I the only one who thinks he should get his own theme tune? Who's the leader of the club who's here to save the day? B.A.R... A.C.K... O.B.A.M.A.
I love that man. What an inspirati-Jesus, my fucking back!!!