Ow.

There's this crick in my back - there's *been* this crick in my back. I've had it for almost a week now. It's painful. Sometimes I want a chiropractor or something to work magic and get rid of it.

Then I remember I think those people are charlatans and I go back to futilely bending and twisting, trying to relieve some of my agony.
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I occasionally break out in the opening line of Afternoon Delight -"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna get some afternoon delight...". Not my fault, really. "Arrested Development" had me cracking up when it used it incestuously (I like that show) and, more recently, the God-awful movie The Anchorman had a chuckle-worthy a capella version of it. Yesterday (?the day before yesterday? things are foggy) I would start singing the damn song and then tell myself, sternly, "Stop it!" Only to pick it up again a couple of seconds later. Last night I started singing it again and my brother just stopped in his tracks and looked at me and said "WHAT??" I shrugged and said "Afternoon Delight".

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There's this free tax preparer class being offered today. I think it'd be interesting to know, if nothing else. This organization is trying to train people to work for them during tax season, I believe. Training isn't paid, though. And it's all the way in the Bronx, by friggin' Yankee Stadium. Trying to figure out if it's worth the trek. And the hassle (it's a 4 hour class).

I figure I'm bored enough. Eh. Might end up going.
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Damn my gimpy back.