Thursday, June 3, 2004

I threw out my back yesterday, gentle reader, but I’m not sure how it happened. For crying out loud, straining one’s back is a pastime reserved for old people, maybe 25-year-olds or 30-year-olds. But wouldn’t you know it, I woke up at 2 AM to a startling pain whose origin I’ve yet to pinpoint. Perhaps I tried uprooting my bathtub, perhaps I shouldered the burdens of a thousand local residents, or perhaps–and this is far more likely–someone from the leasing agency took a bat to my back. Who can say?

I know who can’t say much today and for that I apologize. Poor Muse, I think she was complaining about some kind of malady or another as well. Rather than surfing the ‘Net, I suggest you go outside, enjoy the superb weather, and help an old woman cross the street. Into a bus. Stop.