I’m desperately confused about what day of the week it is. I’m convinced it’s Saturday. We just dropped by the comic shop so Ted could get more Hero Clix (Ted is addicted!) and Amy, who is a friend of mine who works there (I met her while I was working there) was there, and I was terribly bewildered, because Amy doesn’t work weekends.
After a minute I realized it wasn’t a weekend. o.O
This morning, I went to the chiropractor again, because my back had been hurting all week, and I finally kind of went ‘y’know, this is the kind of low-grade pain that I put up with for the last year, except when it was worse than this. This sucks. I’m not doing that again.’ So I went. And I have officially Horked Up My Back Again. God damn it. As far as I can tell, I must’ve screwed it up with that two minutes of running three weeks ago or whatever it was. I’m *really* unhappy about that.
The doctor suggests I walk and swim rather than run and bike.
So tomorrow I’m gonna go over to the University again and renew my pool membership, and I’m going to /have/ to start getting up and going to swim and to the gym, because I really hate being in pain. *growl*
This morning, I also got my hairs trimmed in a fashion that I’m very pleased with, although it’s sort of hard to describe how it’s different than it was before. The very back is shaved and trimmed all nice and tidy so it’s all one length all around now, mostly.
Emily’s version of what happened with that photo: Lucy and Zilli were in the kitten-sized cat carrier. Toby climbed in. Lucy was Having None Of That. Lucy climbed out. Lucy *then* realized that she was now the Only Cat Not In The Carrier. Lucy was also having none of *that*! Lucy climbed back in, over both Zilli and Toby, squishing them around until she mashed herself into the back of the tiny carrier, where she was then Content.
And one gratuitous puppy shot.
Wordcount as of about 5:30: 5100. Chapters written: 2.75, or thereabouts. Go me. :)
Oop, dinner. bai bai.