My back has revolted against me this morning, which is odd, because I spent yesterday with my lazy ass on the couch catching up on Tivoed SVU reruns, so it's certainly not an activity-based injury.
I'm thinking that it is perhaps karmic payback for hiring a cleaning lady. Sure, I live in a one-bedroom apartment, but if I can pay someone to do something I don't want to do, I'm going to do it, dammit. I would THINK that in this economy that employing someone would be smiled upon by Karma. That slippery whore. I also hobbled to my car this morning only to find that my right passenger tire has died a terrible death after failing to clear an Evil Knievel-style leap over an enormous pothole. Hooray for me!!
So here I am at work, shuffling along like a senile old woman who's misplaced her walker at the WalMart, trying to reason with the most irrational people on the planet, bemoaning the fact that a car is really nothing but a money pit, desperately wishing that the Vicoden I took would make the pain go away, and not just make everything feel so soft. This desk... it's like goosedown!