Somebody get me a vicodin

When I tell you I strained my back in bed and my throat is raw from screaming, try not to get too excited.

The other day I noticed that though I had made a nice little dent for myself on one side of my double bed, the other side still needed breaking-in. I decided to sleep on the other side of my very firm mattress for a couple of nights. HUGE mistake. I can sit and stand with no problem - but any sort of transition between these two states causes me to groan like I'm giving birth. Congratulations, it's an idiot!

I'm sure I didn't help matters by spending all of yesterday either in the car or on a roller coaster. C, K & P and I had planned to spend all day at the amusement park and go camping afterwards, but a sudden cold snap scuppered any ideas of sleeping under the stars. Not to mention that laying on the ground this weekend would probably have caused my untimely death. I had enough trouble clambering in and out of roller coaster harnesses. Fortunately, I wasn't in too much pain to yell at the top of my lungs during each and every turn.

As a result, at the end of the day, I had the hunched posture and croaking voice of a ninety year-old. Not so sexy now, eh? It was well worth the pain to spend time with my fellow band geeks. Low reeds represent! I will be very sad when C & K graduate in May, and I have two fewer reasons to visit the old alma mater.