Who knew?
I actually
can get sick of laying on the couch taking muscle relaxants.
I am so very very tired of this back/hip injury. Jason is being heroically kind to me, though.
I also have many good books and good music. Gave up on Greg Bear's
Vitals — I kept feeling like I was forcing myself to get through some airport thriller because I had no other choices. But
W^3: Women in Deep Time (three stories/novellas by the aforementioned author) was most excellent. Now I'm reading
Zeitgeist by Bruce Sterling. And listening to Cat Power and the new Johnny Cash and old Throwing Muses and medium-old P.J. Harvey and I know this is a run-on sentence so sue me I'm on drugs.
I want my hip to get BETTER, damnit. (Last year's hip injury is the source of these intermittent back spasms, is my theory.) Whine. I miss doing the leg-press at the gym. I'm a big girl, with strong legs, and being able to leg-press 500 pounds (as much as the muscle-bound pretty boys) was such a source of pride. But no longer. Or at leat not for a long time. Ligaments take what, a year to heal?
P.S. I think P. is no longer reading these pages. Evidence: I was not corrected on my egregious misspelling of "canon" as "cannon" the other day. I had to live with this nagging feeling that I'd done a Word Thing wrong (besides the random typo or sleepy run-on) until I figured it out for myself.
Feh.
Posted by Liz at May 4, 2003 11:53 PM