So yesterday, I'm just standing around at work talking when I yanked my back out. Again. For like the zillionth time. Since we just had a bunch of work done on the house (mainly removal of a wall), I had some painting I was planning on doing. So much for that idea.

Sitting around this morning in agony (the Aleve didn't do squat), it hit me that I still had some flexeril sitting around from the last time I pulled a back muscle.

Life is good now. Think I'm going to put on some Pink Floyd and drool a bit.