This morning I was stretching out my messed-up back (T3-4 right side narrowing) and shoulder and unexpectedly stretched it properly and successfully. The relief was so intense I nearly passed out. Thanks, God. It’s about 50% better now. Spent some time thinking about the metaphor of relief being its own shock today, because it was quite a ride. Almost made me nauseous.
Our tile guy is a nice fellow but a flake. He disappears for hours at a time and always has some involved, church-related reason for this that indicates that he is a good person who helps others. I think that’s true, but also that he covers up a lot of general flakiness with that excuse.
Can anyone remember the name of the Mexican restaurant in Office Space? I know the other two were Tcotchkie’s and Flingers, but I can’t remember the name of the Mexican one.
I don’t think I’m going to lend out my Leatherman to people who do home surgery on themselves at outdoor cafes. It’s kind of gross.
Hey joyfulagitator, how was the “Sound of Music” sing-along? Did you get to projectile-vomit?
I came within an inch of spontaneously driving to Las Vegas today. Good/bad thing I’m broke.