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Y'know, I want to be excited about the Sox. I just really don't care. And it bothers me that all the people I've been hearing bitch non-stop all season are suddenly the World's Biggest Sox Fans Ever!!!!!!!1!OMGWTF!!!
Whatever. Bring on the football.
I've been at home since partway through Tuesday because I did something to my back, apparently. Don't ask me what, because I haven't the slightest idea. The small of my back started to feel tense about two weeks ago, and just got steadily worse until it hurt to sit at my desk and I had to leave work on Tuesday. Wednesday morning, I couldn't reach my feet to tie my shoes. Gah! So I've been spending a lot of time lying down and getting acquainted with this little bean bag thing I picked up - it heats up in the microwave and then feels all nice on my ache-y back. I'm feeling much better today, and have actually managed to get dressed - shoes and all! - and I'm considering going for a short walk. Not far, just down to the 7-11 on the corner to get some milk and check on the undead guys that run the place. And I'm going to work tomorrow, come hell or high water, because I am going stir-fucking-crazy laying around doing nothing. Let! Me! Out!
Whatever. Bring on the football.
I've been at home since partway through Tuesday because I did something to my back, apparently. Don't ask me what, because I haven't the slightest idea. The small of my back started to feel tense about two weeks ago, and just got steadily worse until it hurt to sit at my desk and I had to leave work on Tuesday. Wednesday morning, I couldn't reach my feet to tie my shoes. Gah! So I've been spending a lot of time lying down and getting acquainted with this little bean bag thing I picked up - it heats up in the microwave and then feels all nice on my ache-y back. I'm feeling much better today, and have actually managed to get dressed - shoes and all! - and I'm considering going for a short walk. Not far, just down to the 7-11 on the corner to get some milk and check on the undead guys that run the place. And I'm going to work tomorrow, come hell or high water, because I am going stir-fucking-crazy laying around doing nothing. Let! Me! Out!
