Decency is the only thing preventing me from typing this entire log with ALLCAPS. I am in a *mutherlode* of pain. Today I left the house nice and early to get my weak off to a strong start. You know get a drop on it. I scraped my car windows and drove into work. The back twinges started then but they were only bad enough to warrant passing and unconvincing complaints. The twinges earned themselves a seat upgrade to the spasm lounge of the lower back café and here I am with barely the muscle control to type this up.
If you will excuse me the over-sharing, it just took me 15 minutes to crawl, moaning swearing and cursing back to my desk. If it weren’t for my tiny attention span I’d be back on the boardroom couch moaning swearing and cursing there.
To conclude, a word to the raven that screams “never more” in my edgar-allan-poeesque night visions: “If you’re reading this, foul parrot, get out of my head deplorable Netscape-user.” You know who you are.
