I’ve begun talking to myself so much that I’ve started to answer myself and get into arguments. No I haven’t. Shut up, you.
Greetings from our hovel on the shores of the Bow.
I have the theme song from My Little Pony stuck in my head. I bet if I drilled a hole in my forehead… it would hurt.
Today is the first day in the last couple weeks I haven’t had terrible back pain by 3pm, I am celebrating by sitting in this chair for another 6 or 7 hours tonight. I got this butt pillow what’s supposed to help with back and tail bone pain and for the most part it has worked beautifully, at least for the tail bone. Some say with age comes wisdom, but actually age just brings more and more stupid doodads and contraptions you buy to mitigate the ever-mounting agony of simply existing. I spent entirely too much of my youth consuming too much pizza and doing painful pratfalls. So desperate for attention was I. I would routinely reenact a Monty Python sketch wherein Graham Chapman would wrestle himself (Colin “Bomber” Harris!) and pulled zero punches. I regret taking some of those bumps now, or at the very least not marrying them with some kind of physical fitness regime as I now have all the nagging, wear-and-tear injuries of a career athlete with none of the accolades, accomplishments or slender frame! At least I have the memory of the echoing gales of laughter… well, at least of my friend Bernard laughing pretty hard. Memorable laugh on ol’ Bernard. Good guy. Lives in Toronto now.
Currently Playing: MYTH & ROID – “MYTH & ROID ベストアルバム「MUSEUM-THE BEST OF MYTH & ROID-“
Currently Reading: I have like 20 pages left in 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA, Jules Verne
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