i've got a backache this big and it's got an entire encyclopedia written all over it.
the only reason i'm getting through the rest of this afternoon is because of tylenol extra strength. i seriously need a massage but the idea of a stranger getting me all oily and rubbin' his/her hands all up on me is not that appealing. my back is a series of knots that need kneading, though. not sure if it's just my bed that feels like it's made of rocks and hay, or if the stress of being constantly annoyed for 8 hours a day has anything to do with it too. this saturday i need to make an effort to at least go look at what kind of beds are out there. i'ma tahrred a-bitchin' 'bout it. and even more TAHRRRRED of livin' in pain.