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So I totally woke up the wrong way or something on Tuesday, because my back freaked out on itself and now it's hurting a lot.
I was also stupid enough to go to work that morning and haul 2 crates containing 4 3-bag things of milk at the same time, officially throwing out my back and leaving me in a semi-permanent hunch and having to cut my hours. (On a side note, I thought it was liberating to leave my "favorite" shift supervisor stressed with a leaking ceiling from the 'loo upstairs and with a crappy staff. Zing!)
I am solely relying on the "effective pain relief" of Robaxacet, but so far, it has not done my back any justice.
So to relieve myself of any mental pain, yesterday I bought the new Ataris record, Casino Royale, The Departed, and indulged my cravings and went to Milestones for dinner.
It was expensive. My Mastercard, along with my Visa, hates me.
But ANYWAY. Now I'm watching Chef at Home and I really want to cook myself some asparagus, so I think I'll do that.
...Cook me some asparagus.
I was also stupid enough to go to work that morning and haul 2 crates containing 4 3-bag things of milk at the same time, officially throwing out my back and leaving me in a semi-permanent hunch and having to cut my hours. (On a side note, I thought it was liberating to leave my "favorite" shift supervisor stressed with a leaking ceiling from the 'loo upstairs and with a crappy staff. Zing!)
I am solely relying on the "effective pain relief" of Robaxacet, but so far, it has not done my back any justice.
So to relieve myself of any mental pain, yesterday I bought the new Ataris record, Casino Royale, The Departed, and indulged my cravings and went to Milestones for dinner.
It was expensive. My Mastercard, along with my Visa, hates me.
But ANYWAY. Now I'm watching Chef at Home and I really want to cook myself some asparagus, so I think I'll do that.
...Cook me some asparagus.