Always fun...

So, I fucked up my back. Again. Not the worst work I've ever done to it, but enough that it hurts to do stuff like stand and sit. Great. At least it doesn't seem to be bad enough that I'll have to go to the doc for.

I was supposed to go help my mom move some stuff around the new place and help her put up mini blinds through out the house. I just called to tell her what happened and that I can't help. I couldn't tell, but I think she's upset about it. I never know with her. It's so fucking hard to tell. It's not like I did it on purpose...

Maybe I'll go drown my sorrows in some Kate Winslet. The Holiday is playing at the Ogden 6, cheap show, maybe I'll waddle my way over there to see that.