Feb 28, 2009
I hurt my back earlier this week. It still hurts. Whomever put a needle into my voodoo doll is going to get a karmic ass kicking for this. I missed lunched with a pal, derby practice, and I can barely brush my own hair because I hurt. This morning while stretching, my spine crackled in a way that felt slightly better but some day soon I would like to be able to carry my own groceries again or reach across the table for the salt shaker without wincing. How, do you ask, did I do this? No, not roller derby, I think I did it vacuuming. Stay tuned, tomorrow we'll go back to your regularly scheduled complaining about teenagers and the moral state of our nation and perhaps I'll post my trusty old recipe for mammoth stew.