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fucked up my back yesterday working out. was on my last rep of 80 lbs. doing military press and something kinda popped in my lower back. fucking hurts today. hope that shit heals up tonight. got a lotta work tomorrow. we were so busy today i didn't get ANY orders pulled, and there's about 12 stacks of dishes 6 feet tall that i gotta pull and get ready to go out. at least there isn't very many tables and chairs going out this weekend, so i won't have to lift too much shit. sometimes i really wonder why i bust my ass for this job.
went over to dylan's after work to hook him up with a sound system for the weekend. wanted to chill but didn't really have time to hang out and bullshit. lent him the UFO video. that fucking tape is getting around.
found out today that my great aunt died a couple days ago. she didn't want anyone to know until she was already cremated so that we couldn't give her a funeral. i don't know about that shit. put me in a fucked up mood. funerals are pretty fucked up anyways. some wack dude dresses up a dead body and puts it in a box so that everyone can sit around and look at it. i always thought i'd rather look at a jar full of ashes than some invisibly rotting corpse in a box, but now that it's actually happened there's something in my head that's bothering me. what the fuck can i do about it now though? people need to quit fucking dieing this year.
think i'm gonna finish off the last of the lonestar in the fridge and get real shitty drunk and record. make my roomate lay some drums and bass down on the 4 track and i'll rip some guitar and vocals over it. kinda had a half ass idea in my head all day i want to try and work out.
maybe i'll roast some flesh of cow on the grill if i'm gonna get drunk. can't fucking bbq without the brew.
went over to dylan's after work to hook him up with a sound system for the weekend. wanted to chill but didn't really have time to hang out and bullshit. lent him the UFO video. that fucking tape is getting around.
found out today that my great aunt died a couple days ago. she didn't want anyone to know until she was already cremated so that we couldn't give her a funeral. i don't know about that shit. put me in a fucked up mood. funerals are pretty fucked up anyways. some wack dude dresses up a dead body and puts it in a box so that everyone can sit around and look at it. i always thought i'd rather look at a jar full of ashes than some invisibly rotting corpse in a box, but now that it's actually happened there's something in my head that's bothering me. what the fuck can i do about it now though? people need to quit fucking dieing this year.
think i'm gonna finish off the last of the lonestar in the fridge and get real shitty drunk and record. make my roomate lay some drums and bass down on the 4 track and i'll rip some guitar and vocals over it. kinda had a half ass idea in my head all day i want to try and work out.
maybe i'll roast some flesh of cow on the grill if i'm gonna get drunk. can't fucking bbq without the brew.