The cure may be worse than the disease: ever since I went to physical therapy (for my elbow) this morning, my lower back has hurt like hell. If it’s not better by tomorrow, I will be much pissed, since I neither wanted nor needed physical therapy in the first place, and even the physical therapist herself admitted as much…
The birthday was low-key, involving pizza and snuggling on the couch. Mark got me cool stuff, including a pipe and a pouch of tobacco, which I’m using to wean myself off cigarettes. Thanks for all your cards and letters and assorted good wishes…
And, in case you were wondering, a video camera CAN successfully recover from being doused in grapefruit soda, even without a repair bill. Not that I know this from experience or anything…
