  My back su-ucks! And I suppose so is my ability to shut off the projects when Ive had enough. I got caught in it yesterday and last night. Hanging pictures, touch-up painting the walls and even spray painting the wipers on my car that had been reflecting sun in my eyes. Assembling some crappy lamp from target, vacuuming, vacuuming and then it seized on me. I was up until four am before I crawled upstairs.
Just laying on the floor with my knees up. And yes, wishing I wasnt living alone so someone could help me. At least bring me a pillow and turn off the telly so I could sleep where I landed. Or tell me earlier that its time to go to bed and end my compulsive rampage. No such luck. Today feels like Ill be lucky to get through a shower.
Im going to stretch, hopefully enough to loosen the binding. Another day of sick feelings from either pain or pain pills. Ive got some old codeine, and Im not afraid to use it. Shoot. 13 months and three days. When do I get to be better? 
