My back is killing me. OUCH. Bad backs run in my family, so I suppose it was only a matter of time before it afflicted me. I think I pulled something while fraternizing with Kenny the Torturer. Because both my parents struggle with their backs I know that there is no easy cure/pill you can take to fix it. But I am slightly bitter because I thought I was doing everything right: I work out, and do special exercises to build up strength in my lower back, I have lost weight, I have an ergonomic desk and keyboard so I'm not hunched over all day. Grrrr. I cant really think properly at work if I dont take painkillers, and if I take painkillers then I cant really think properly at work. So you see my dilemma.
I will have to rely on my illness cureall: watching "Pride and Predjudice" dvds over and over again until I feel better.
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Try heroin. I hear it's very good.
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