“Oh, look! Performance art! How *pretentious*!” I get some of that feeling from sites like The Fray and many of the people who write for it. Despite this, inevitably, I once again find myself wanting to Be Like Mike, or whatever. I could presumably avoid this spiral by never going anywhere on the net but Salon.com and to the pages of people I actually know, but gosh, what’s life without a little angst, or something? Or maybe it’s just that I really want to use teeny tiny fonts on my…
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drugs
A muscle relaxant and three aspirin later my back more or less doesn’t hurt anymore. I need to figure out if my insurance covers chiro, or acupuncture, or *something*. I’m completely at a loss for what my insurance is and does, though, and I find it all very nerve-wracking. :/
*whimper*
*whimper* My back really, really hurts. I knew it hurt, but it wasn’t until Ted came home for lunch and I had to face Chantico (who had peed on the kitchen floor despite being out for twenty minutes at a time twice in the last two hours, :( ) that I realized that it hurt so much I was exhausted. And now I just feel like curling up in a pit and whimpering. :(
yay us
We’re no longer in default on any of our student loans. *does a little dance* The new payments on Ted’s loan are a little higher than I hoped (like, $5 more than I hoped), but, well, we can handle $5. :) Yay us. :)
a nice weekend
It was a nice weekend. It was absolutely *beautiful* today, and Ted and I drove out to near Girdwood and biked the 6 mile old road (now a bike path) from Bird Point down to Girdwood, and then back again. It was a very nice ride. And we went shopping and went out to dinner and took a nap; I don’t remember the last time we spent a whole actual *day* together. It was really really nice. I forgot to tell the story about the car that stalled the other…