Threw my back out (“Fuck this back, it’s garbage!”) last Friday night (ironically after the over-ripe saudade post below), and have been hobbling around like some kind of fat, ill-tempered old man. It’s basically a time-machine to the future, in other words. That’s easing up, but now I have the traces of a head cold or some fucking weird sinus thing going on in the face part of the head part of my body. Case is making me shoot zinc up my nose every few hours and take vitamins and stuff. I feel like eating something green. Cilantro. I want a cilantro and feta … sandwich or something. Smoothie.

Things that haven’t sucked this week include an unexpected gift from Iceland (I am using it to shock people into submission!), PS2 controller extension cables (now I can sit my crippled ass on the couch and play video games without leaning three feet toward our giant goddamn TV), new boots that don’t fit (thought that counts, and they’ve been black and shiny) and going out for margaritas Wednesday night with friends from the market. I could basically drink margaritas until outlawed. Now I want sushi, which in my mind is a great deal less suspect than ceviche.

I owe many people email and phone calls. I just don’t feel much like talking because of this back/head cold thing. I didn’t feel like going out for margaritas, either, so don’t feel like I’m ignoring you and not ignoring other people—I got dragged there, which wouldn’t have worked unless they hadn’t also used booze as bait. Though I think the head cold may be a withdrawal from speed thing–I haven’t taken any retard pills this week because they interfere with the pain medication. Speaking of that, time for vicodin, beer, and work.