GOD MY BACK.
Someone shoot me. In the face, in the heart, in the Achilles heel, anywhere but the back, as long as it's fatal. I HATE MY LIFE.
Stupid plaster casting. Not worth it at all.
I biked to the store, uphill, over the bridge, against the wind, and bought like, 25 pounds of stuff (includind liquid detergent) and then walked uphill with all the stuff in my backpack, while pushing my bike, against the wind and then studied for my goddamn film test tomorrow. Yeah, I still haven't gotten the first test back.
And Talon's leaving this weekend. Which means four straight days of dorm bed on a ragingly painful lower back. Seriously, if you've got a glock lying around....
Stupid plaster casting. Not worth it at all.
I biked to the store, uphill, over the bridge, against the wind, and bought like, 25 pounds of stuff (includind liquid detergent) and then walked uphill with all the stuff in my backpack, while pushing my bike, against the wind and then studied for my goddamn film test tomorrow. Yeah, I still haven't gotten the first test back.
And Talon's leaving this weekend. Which means four straight days of dorm bed on a ragingly painful lower back. Seriously, if you've got a glock lying around....