Bah

Bah. Nothing like an entire weekend spent curled into a fetal position. I threw my back out at noon on Saturday while leaning across my desk to clean my computer screen. I never wreck my back doing normal back-wrecking things like moving furniture. No, I throw my back out by kicking my neighbor's Sunday Times out of the way on the front stoop, or by picking up a cat. Or by wiping off my computer screen. Thank Jeebus for delivery or I'd have starved this weekend, I can't even put on shoes. I repeat, bah.