So now I'm at the office, it's 9:54 am and I'm trying to get some much needed work done and I can't concentrate. It feels like someone has a knife in my back and they occasionally twist it sending sharp shooting pains across my spine. Arg.
And there's no relief either, which is definitely not okay.
Standing doesn't help, neither does sitting or lying down or turning myself upside down in the lazy-boy with my feet where the head is supposed to be and my head where the feet are supposed to be (I tried it a while back... take my word for it that doesn't work). I'm just so... so... uncomfortable. I'm squirming around like a kid stuck in church.
It's entirely too distracting. I'm not getting anything done. Worse yet, I have school tonight which means sitting in a chair for a few hours pretending like nothing is wrong. Ahhh! I'm not going to make it. I don't think I'll survive (drama queen moment).
In a complete change of subject, I missed being in an accident this morning on the way to work by about 10 seconds. The accident was nothing too entirely bad, someone was probably texting and forgot they were also driving on the freeway. Bumpers got smashed, traffic screeched to a stop and I almost smashed into the person in front of me. I'm convinced that this whole commuting-to-work business is going to get me one day. I'm missing my days in Salem when my commute consisted of a 5 second walk and my life wasn't in danger even once on the way.
Here's a picture of my sitting in my office, looking slightly uncomfortable, writing this exact blog. Exactly. This very one. Just thought some visual would be nice to go along with all these words....
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