My back hurts.
I put it out picking up the forty pound bag of dog food from a shelf at knee level. Impossible to crouch and do. Stupid grocery stores. Stupid dog food. Stupid dog that needs to eat. Stupid life that just goes on and on with one demand after another.
I have to go to work.
I can't meet with my pals tonight because my back is too sore.
I didn't do anything on my manuscript yesterday.
SP and I watched a couple of episodes from the second season of The Wire. Man those Baltimore dudes have it bad.
The huge store of granola is nearly half gone and I made it two days ago and there are only three of us here.
This reminds me of this story I heard. It was from a mother who said her young daughter asked her one day after dinner when they'd be finished with all this eating? Ha ha. I really love that.
All right - I'm going to work now. I just wanted you to know that I'm in a minor grumpy mood but I expect to be over it soon.
A problem shared is a problem halved so now all of you have half a problem. The existential problem. Why do we go on and on? Doing dishes that are dirty the next day etc...
Beats the alternative I guess.