Too little yeast, does not raise dough.
I've actually managed to get nothing constructive done at all today.
Just sitting is more painful than it has been the last couple of weeks.
It feels as if a 200kg woman has me locked in between her flabby arms, skin slapping my back
in undulating motions, abdomen violently trying to push through my midsection, her fists nearly caving in my solar-plexus. Ah, a jolly time is had.
Had Mette over for morning coffee, and also for the better part of the afternoon, just talking about everything and nothing and watching Sideways (which is a great movie, 'nuff said).
It was a relief actually, just being able to be a social person without having to leave my house.
Especially since walking feels like molten rock surging up and down my backside.
Today is a bad day, that is a fact.
Doctors appointment on friday, hooray, i'm almost hoping the good doctorman will say "Well, the MRI came back positive for a prolapse, so you'll have to get surgery".
This would almost make this waiting, sitting still and climbing walls worth my while.
If not, which is most probably the case, i'll just go around having back pains and paying an exorbitant ammount of money to the chiropractor.
Mayhaps I should try self-surgery.
Big knife, back against mirror and just slice and dice.
Surely that would alleviate the pain.
I think i'll just stay that thought for now and get drugged, that sounds about right, I think...
My back is a festering cesspool of asbestus-covered dregs, gently wrapped in putrid whaleskin.
But it shall be punished for its' transgressions.
And good times were had by all.
-Anders //
Just sitting is more painful than it has been the last couple of weeks.
It feels as if a 200kg woman has me locked in between her flabby arms, skin slapping my back
in undulating motions, abdomen violently trying to push through my midsection, her fists nearly caving in my solar-plexus. Ah, a jolly time is had.
Had Mette over for morning coffee, and also for the better part of the afternoon, just talking about everything and nothing and watching Sideways (which is a great movie, 'nuff said).
It was a relief actually, just being able to be a social person without having to leave my house.
Especially since walking feels like molten rock surging up and down my backside.
Today is a bad day, that is a fact.
Doctors appointment on friday, hooray, i'm almost hoping the good doctorman will say "Well, the MRI came back positive for a prolapse, so you'll have to get surgery".
This would almost make this waiting, sitting still and climbing walls worth my while.
If not, which is most probably the case, i'll just go around having back pains and paying an exorbitant ammount of money to the chiropractor.
Mayhaps I should try self-surgery.
Big knife, back against mirror and just slice and dice.
Surely that would alleviate the pain.
I think i'll just stay that thought for now and get drugged, that sounds about right, I think...
My back is a festering cesspool of asbestus-covered dregs, gently wrapped in putrid whaleskin.
But it shall be punished for its' transgressions.
And good times were had by all.
-Anders //