Somehow, while epilating my legs, I managed to throw my back out. Clearly, I am so out of shape, I need to stretch before sitting on the floor. I kinda think stretching is for pussies, so that’s bad news bears for me.
Now I’m stationed on the couch, trying to convince myself that I’m still well enough to go out to dinner despite the fact that every time I move, I get a sharp pain in my upper back that knocks the breath out of my lungs. And I’m bored. Oh god, I’m bored. And I suspect that I am a little high from the no-name Robaxacet I took earlier.
Jeremy, what do you think? White-off tomorrow?