Oh, Woe is My Back!

I'm going through this I-Love-Life-(I Think) phase, but my body's going through a "I hate you, beyotch" phase, so I gotta tell ya: Girl's in pain.

I so hurt. Oh, I hurt. I'm getting better, though, but sitting on my ass in a comfortable 1830's camelback chair with blown springs for 8 or so hours while reading Harry Potter after a week of putting my hamstrings through hell probably ranks as one of the dumbest fucking stunts I've pulled in a good long time.

That my back isn't majorly out is a blessing. It's pretty good. A day and everything will have settled down. Still, I've been pretty out of sorts for a couple of weeks now. Tomorrow I go to the gym and buy myself a membership for the remainder of the year.

It's hard to feel sexy when your body's disagreeing so loudly. I've noticed I haven't put much effort in myself this past week. This morning I bucked that trend with a little lip colour and a fluttery blouse. It felt nice, despite the fact that I felt like I was walking like some old woman with osteoporosis.

But, hey, I'm working on it. The back's still a mess the next morning (I forgot to hit post last night) but it's not as bad as it could be, and coffee's on the way. When my back's back to normal, writing might be a nice diversion. :)

On the horizon: Buying a gym pass as soon as the back is better, and a 30 gig iPOD, so I can once again be at one with music. (My present iPOD is the bane of my existence. I have been chronicling its laughability at the other blog, but the tale's too long to tell now.)

Happy Wednesday, people!

(Tell ya, the work week never looks longer than when you blow your back out Sunday night!)