Good, Great and Fantastic

This desk chair is killing me, literally. I put in a good nine hour work day today and it didn't help the condition of my back to say the least. The bastards had me lugging around slabs of marble and at one point asked me to cart, and I am not exaggerating here, 100 pounds of flour down a short flight of stairs. By 3:15pm I was at the chiropractor. By 4:00pm I walked out with a prescription for some lame ass pain medication and a note dismissing me from work for the next four days. If I wasn't in so much fucking pain right now I would shout a passionate "Boo-ya!" So, I got some time on my hands and plan on heading to Basel a bit early in order self-pity myself and whine in the company of Grossi and Chung.

In other news, Skipper gets older today, so Happy Birthday to her. I am not sure what would have made anyone cry from last night's mind vomit, but I am taking it as a really great compliment. Skipper is having a birthday party and I am not jealous that I can not be there. The thought of Skipper having a party and not having to show up three hours early to watch her clean and help her with her cheese plate is so wrong to me, like men in turtlenecks. Don't get me wrong, I hope she has a good time, I just don't hope she has a great time. Last year we went to Dancehall Explosion and had a great time and I just don't want to be out done. Happy Birthday Skipper, I love you and promise that although this year your birthday might be a good one, next year it's going to FANTASTIC. I am going to make you a cake in the shape of a sea lion and when you see it you are going to laugh.

Goddamn this desk chair is breaking my back.

Tonight's quote:

"Don't apologize for who you are and what you've done in the past, be who you are and do what you do."

CASH, Johnny Cash
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