bring out the gimp

so on saturday morning, out of the blue, my lower back decided life wasn't challenging enough and signed off on its bending abilities. it's been awhile since i've had any real aches and pains, except for that time last month when i dislocated my knee while i was sitting still, through my own sheer brute strength (gwrarr!). so i went from being my chiseled, muscle-bound self to needing help putting on my pants. is this what it's like to feel old?

i spent all weekend putting on menthol and Rx-strength lidocaine patches (which were generously donated), and 99% of my time - awake and otherwise - i was flat on my back on a heating pad. normally i get depressed if i have to be sedentary for more than about 2 hours, but it was made bearable by witnessing kz helping a friend pull his engine/transmission on saturday, followed up with massive amounts of RI fish fry. sunday and today were a blur of spicy ethnic foods and watching kz play 'katamari domacy' on PS2, which we saw TCITB kids playing on saturday night (i was comatose at that party, the lidocaine having reached my brain. sorry i didn't have patience for your discussion on manufacturing stem cells, JP - some other time). the katamari music haunts my daily actions now, and was quite fitting for my achy venture to the mall today for 'interview clothes,' the pursuit of which really hurt my soul. there will not be any pictures to prove that sabominator really wore a blazer and matching slacks. it never happened.

so i'd say something clever but i need to get back to my XXX, CSI, and marzipan - pardon me, we have our priorities. couch is wating.