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More whining
Jun. 4th, 2005 01:01 pmSo the cold appears to be gone this morning, which is good. What's bad is that I somehow managed to throw out my back while I was asleep last night. I woke up last night around 2 and it hurt a lot. I tried to stretch out, spent 2 hours messing around on the computer and then somehow managed to go back to sleep around 4.
A few discs in my lower back are kind of flaky, so this happens every now and again (but usually when I'm awake and I've done something to aggravate it). I could barely walk when I got up, but stretching and Aleve helped. I was going to go downtown and do some work on my contracting project, but that seemed like a bad idea because if I was miserable all day then I wouldn't enjoy coffee with Alek or dinner and the gay baseball play with Dean and Josh later in the evening. Maybe I'll get some work done tomorrow before the softball doubleheader. So it's the first nice weekend around here in ages and I'm stuck at home and it kind of sucks. Meanwhile, Kelly is all excited because she gardened enough to get a blister on her hand. She's making some progress on the pit that is our backyard.
While lounging on the futon with Maura the cat, I finished The Italian Secretary just to make myself more miserable. At the end of the story, which was dismal all the way through, there's a simpering afterword by the US representative of Conan Doyle's estate on the subject of "what if Caleb Carr wrote a novel in which Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Laszlo Kreizler teamed up to solve crimes? Maybe someday he'll write a book like that. That would be the best." Feh.
A few discs in my lower back are kind of flaky, so this happens every now and again (but usually when I'm awake and I've done something to aggravate it). I could barely walk when I got up, but stretching and Aleve helped. I was going to go downtown and do some work on my contracting project, but that seemed like a bad idea because if I was miserable all day then I wouldn't enjoy coffee with Alek or dinner and the gay baseball play with Dean and Josh later in the evening. Maybe I'll get some work done tomorrow before the softball doubleheader. So it's the first nice weekend around here in ages and I'm stuck at home and it kind of sucks. Meanwhile, Kelly is all excited because she gardened enough to get a blister on her hand. She's making some progress on the pit that is our backyard.
While lounging on the futon with Maura the cat, I finished The Italian Secretary just to make myself more miserable. At the end of the story, which was dismal all the way through, there's a simpering afterword by the US representative of Conan Doyle's estate on the subject of "what if Caleb Carr wrote a novel in which Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Laszlo Kreizler teamed up to solve crimes? Maybe someday he'll write a book like that. That would be the best." Feh.
