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Every two hours, I have to do exercises for my back. As far as exercises go, they aren’t so bad. In my favorite one, I lie on my stomach for five minutes. The goal is not to use the muscle. Fine by me. It’s still painful and that’s what counts.

I’ve been working and working on the web site for S.’s playgroup. It’s password protected, so that no one can get a hold of the roster and start emailing and calling the playgroups during their dinner, not that anyone answers their phone during dinner anyway. Along the top of the web site is a little picture of each of the kids in the playgroup. I included S.’s picture here because it’s so damn cute.

I remember what I was going to talk about: On the paper that explains how to do these exercises, it is a drawing of an old lady doing the exercises. That’s annoying but I can deal with it. What really gets me is that the woman has her hair in a bun. I mean, that is just insulting. She looks like a retired school marm, and I don’t even know what a marm is. How does one acquire marmness? At the bottom of the exercise page the hair-in-a-bun lady is sitting properly at her computer. I wonder what web site she is visiting.

I complained to my physical therapist about the hair-in-a-bun lady, and she said that she had never noticed it before. She said that I can mention it in the comments section of the pre-visit form that I fill out each time I go. The comments section really isn’t big enough for me to convey my subtle thoughts about the hair-in-a-bun lady, so I’m not going to bother. Plus I don’t want someone to go through my files later and decide that I’m a lunatic.

Tomorrow I start my steroid pills. It occurs to me that I’ve never heard anything good about steroids. Will I sprout even more hair? Will I have ‘roid rage? Will I have even more acne? The suspense is killing me. I don’t have the steroid pills in front of me, so I can’t do any research on how they work or why. The purpose of the steroid pills is to help my body repair the fissure in my disk.

I made two lumbar supports for my back. They are hand-hewn lumbar supports. Basically, I put some rubber bands around rolled up towels. I keep one upstairs and one downstairs. I need one for my car. One thing about lumbar supports is that there’s never one around when you need one. I try to arch my back around it, but it feels unnatural. Not as unnatural as lying on the bathroom floor writhing in pain though, so I’ll stick with it.

In tribute to my obsessive compulsive disorder, I have decided to rip all of my CDs into mp3s. If I can get this to work, I’ll set up an Internet radio station and everyone can get as sick of my CD collection as I am. I’m still on the B’s. Right now I’m ripping alfagamabetizado by Calinhos Brown.

Because I still have access to the network at the Cosmodemonic Internet Concern, I listened to the company meeting today. I was disgusted with myself for listening, but I can’t help myself. The company is like a book that’s almost over, and I just want to find out what happens. I know all the characters who are on stage, and I know all the topics that they are trying to dance around. Maybe I’m strange, but it’s fun to observe.

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