My back

I had almost the entire day off yesterday, though it was spent in total agony. I already have my sciatica that's been acting up in recent weeks. But on the way to pick up Jeanne yesterday, I sneezed and my back tweaked and just started hurting like fuck. I think it was a muscle spasm. Anyway, it was hard to do anything but lay down. I couldn't barely stand. It was hard to get up, like having a sore back and on top of that, it felt like I was trying to lift a super heavy load with my back.

So I went home and figured I'd lay down and watch a movie. I find out that my DVD player is broken. Sucks. I have three Netflix movies to watch. So I throw in Life as a House. I don't know why I have this movie or why I decided to watch this, but I did. First of all, the title is obviously a metaphor for the main character's struggle with his life and his relationship with his son and family, for that matter. But the whole thing with the title being that can only be compared to a fourth grade essay of "Why my cat is like my bike."

Secondly, seeing this dude playing the Anakin Skywalker role. Was this his audition tape for those movies? Fucking, whiney bitch. "My dad ruined my summer. Ah, I need drugs. You should hide your drugs, I'm just going to take it, because I like drugs. I can't control myself when I'm around them. I'm stupid!"

I had to finish watching the movie, so I wouldn't have a reason to watch it again. But I was stuck on the couch and couldn't move. I remembered that our friend Olivia gave me this Dragon Balm for my sciatica, so Jeanne put that on me and it helped out tons. Exedrin helped a little, but the Dragon Balm rules.

Hopefully it doesn't come back today.