Blech! Moving my arm causes the back pain to become verbal. It's just not right. So I fed my mouth muscle relaxants. Got my coffee. Ran up the escalator to make way for the nice old lady waiting at the top, with a cane. (The escalator wasn't moving) I fell. Spilled the coffee. Stuck my rump roast in the air, which could have benefitted the man behind me, but he was a gentleman. Hello, everybody! And how is your day going?
It's been four days of hell. Basically, I should be laying on my back doing nothing until the pain subsides. I can tweet from my phone, and have no computer, or cable. This has caused me to lose ten followers on Twitter. What did you think I'd be doing? Especially at 3am. Mind you, last night I took the dog out for a walk until we found the first bench. She is so cute. I was having difficulty looking at her and remaining mobile at the same time. My consolation was the thought that McD's would open in two hours. At four am watched Steven and Chris, and fell asleep. Interior design has that effect on me.
By the way, what do they put in bread these days? Playdoh? I just burped, thanks to aforsaid relaxants and wonderfully flavoured bubblemint gum. Tasted the bread from the sub I could not fathom to eat last night, so had this morning, thanks to sleeping through the McDs breakfast time. It tasted like playdoh. *chomp chomp chomp* The gum is still good.
One of my favourite songs is VanCanto's version of Master of Puppets. "Chop your breakfast on a mirror." And I'm lost in a vision of chopping up a playdoh sub on a mirror. Some might call it 'reflection'. The question now is, what will I do for the next ten hours of day four of Hell?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSpuVsLnl1k Master of Puppets *tweet tweet*
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