On Thursday, when T was being all mad at me and I was cooking, my lower back started seizing up. Oh, yeh, I know a lot of it was due to psychological stress. It might have had a little to do with starting to take yoga twice a week, and it might have had something to do with going to see this awesome band, Indian (I don't know if you can see this in the clip, but the drummer looks like he's smelling cat poo the entire time he's playing, it's hilariously unnerving),
on Wednesday night, and maybe I had a little "bangover", but I do try to be careful about the headbanging, and I've never yet had bangover that settled in my lower back.
Nonetheless, I'm in pain. It hurts to sit, it hurts to walk, it hurts moving from sitting to lying down, and even lying down kinda sucks right now. Pain sucks something awful. Not sure how I'm going to clean 3 houses tomorrow. Guess I need to draw an epsom salt laden bath and pour myself a hot toddy.