I have somehow managed to pull a muscle in my lower back. I'm miserable as fuck. Can't bend down to pick anything up, can't really move anything heavy. Needless to say, I really hope this passes before I go back to work on Monday. Otherwise, I'll be calling in and getting my ass to the doctor.
Other than that I'm in high spirits. I've got a bowl of Spaghettios, and a bowl of popcorn in front of me. I'm sitting here reading "Nightmares & Dreamscapes" by Stephen King. I might even go outside for a little bit once I'm done eating since it looks like it's done being drizzly out there. There is only so much lying flat that a person can take.
