I guess they don't like it when people play Merzbow on the Itunes Jukebox.

It was Space is the Place, actually.

I'm thinking it went more like this:

I just got her number.

So, no slap and pickle?

Not yet.

Not saying you're wrong, but this just feels more like pain from sleeping in a weird position more than anything else. But...

Update: If I had money or medical insurance I'd be going to see a doctor as we speak. Woke up with the same pain today, popped the same six Aspirin, and had the same mildly ****ty ride to work that I've had the three days prior. But I knew that the ride back home would be where my life would truly go to the ****ter, so I bought a six-pack on my break and chugged one in the bathroom after finally getting off work. Yes, I realize this is a total alchie solution to the problem, but I was ****ing desperate, as the rides home from work this week have basically been endurance trials of pain.

Kinda worked too. My back still hurt like a bitch, but I wasn't entirely cursing my existence by the time I got home. If I weren't worried about riding my bike drunk down a busy road I would have chugged two so little of a **** do I give right now.

Do some back stretches you dumb mother****er.

Nothing better than an hour long run. Now to focus.

Every time I've tried stretching even a little it's like sticking a knife in my back. When it's bad I can barely turn my head. I have Saturday and Sunday off, and if this **** isn't gone or severely lessened then I'm just saying **** it and going to the doctor.