Woe!
I dragged myself to the grocery store this morning since I was pretty much out of foodstuffs and my back is actually okay in the morning. (In fact, my back is just fine until, you know, I start doing stuff like getting up, going to work/class, going to the grocery store and all those other fun things that are necessary to life.)
I got some food, pondered what to eat for breakfast in the days ahead, stopped dead in horror at the Christmas stuff on display (words cannot express how much I hate commercialism), and finally made it to the drugstore section of the store, where I wandered hopefully up and down the aisles trying to determine which unhelpful heading ("cough & cold", "first aid", "ethnic", etc.) heatwraps would be under. I spotted the nice bright red boxes of bliss. And they were ALL OUT of back wraps. All they had were stupid neck/shoulder wraps. ;_; I wanted to sit down on the floor and cry, but settled for swearing under my breath instead. (See? You know it's bad when I start swearing. I'm not the kind of person who goes around swearing all the time. I have to be really mad or really cranky before I resort to swearing. And then it's usually in Spanish or German.)
So now all I have to keep me going through class in the uncomfortable seats of DOOM is a few measly Advil gelcaps. ;_; That along with the fact that the pain makes me excessively cranky and want to snap at anyone who comes within 20 feet of me will surely make for a fun class...
I would so much rather stay home and colour some more.
I got some food, pondered what to eat for breakfast in the days ahead, stopped dead in horror at the Christmas stuff on display (words cannot express how much I hate commercialism), and finally made it to the drugstore section of the store, where I wandered hopefully up and down the aisles trying to determine which unhelpful heading ("cough & cold", "first aid", "ethnic", etc.) heatwraps would be under. I spotted the nice bright red boxes of bliss. And they were ALL OUT of back wraps. All they had were stupid neck/shoulder wraps. ;_; I wanted to sit down on the floor and cry, but settled for swearing under my breath instead. (See? You know it's bad when I start swearing. I'm not the kind of person who goes around swearing all the time. I have to be really mad or really cranky before I resort to swearing. And then it's usually in Spanish or German.)
So now all I have to keep me going through class in the uncomfortable seats of DOOM is a few measly Advil gelcaps. ;_; That along with the fact that the pain makes me excessively cranky and want to snap at anyone who comes within 20 feet of me will surely make for a fun class...
I would so much rather stay home and colour some more.