I woke up a little late this morning so I don't have time for you today. My private doctor forgot to take me off the propofol drip he administers to me for my insomnia. The "Milk of amnesia" drip has the side benefit of helping me forget my Libmares.
None of the above is true, blog, except for the part about waking up late. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I did not throw my back out brushing my teeth like I did a month or so ago. The bad news is that I threw my back out. It's not that bad really, it only hurts when I move. I finally had a weekend to putz around the yard with a small chainsaw and long-handled axe. Don't worry, no woodland creatures were the target of my wrath. I did manage to disembowel a few of the smaller tree stumps that I had been forced to mow around.
Did I mention that my back hurts? I'm sure it has nothing to do with the violent axe swings and body contortions while weilding the nightmare on 3rd street chainsaw. See, this is exactly why I don't exercise on a regular basis. Occasional violent physical abuses to my body wrapped between months of sedentary couch-potato sitting, pencil-pushing easy living. Works for me.
Just have to remind myself to bend at the knees while brushing.