Bad Effing Night
The plan: do some of Monday's reading, then go out with Stephanie to "Smokey Bones" (I know a restaurant name is not supposed to go in quotes, but for some reason, I can't do otherwise with "Smokey Bones"). The cast was going out, so it would be a good time to meet people and hang out.
Instead: I throw my back out leaning over my desk to open a window and spend the rest of the evening in pain, watching the Tigers lose, and feeling generally very grumpy. I dragged myself into the kitchen to get some food because I am hungry, but it hurt like hell. I guess a good night's sleep will heal me. I'm a little bit afraid that I have a hernia, but I don't think I do.
Instead: I throw my back out leaning over my desk to open a window and spend the rest of the evening in pain, watching the Tigers lose, and feeling generally very grumpy. I dragged myself into the kitchen to get some food because I am hungry, but it hurt like hell. I guess a good night's sleep will heal me. I'm a little bit afraid that I have a hernia, but I don't think I do.