I am a plague of physical disasters right now. After partying heavily on NY'ers, I collaped into a heap of sleep on the gracious host's futon. While it was great to have this place to curl up, my back now hates me. An age and a day ago I threw out my back in the infamous "Boston Babes Break Boymeat" incident... I am now discovering that because of that, futons are probably out of the question for me. What started as back pain is now complete muscle soreness from my lower back all the way down my thighs, seemingly due to me being stiff in the legs as a way of overcompensating for my back.
I had a Danish masseuse available to me last week, and I did not take her up on her services. Well, I did... but, other services. Silly me.
And I'm deaf.
Just call me grandpameat.
PS - I wrote a very poignant post last night, and then decided to mark it private. Some of you have written checking up on me since - I am alright... I just had second thoughts and decided to keep that one closer to my chest.
PPS - I had third thoughts, along with a healthy e-mail, and decided to put it back up.