Saturday,
April 13, 2002

Owowowowowowowow

Okay, I don't have the faintest idea what I did (well, I know what I did, and it certainly didn't seem out of the ordinary at the time) but it was definitely 1) unusual and 2) detrimental to certain muscle groups, because I'm now walking bent over and my lower back complains quite vociferously every time I try to stand up straight.

Did I mention that we have a house guest coming next week, and this place looks like Metallica camped out for the weekend? Of course -- Fate like a laugh as well as any of us. And I have dance class on Monday, and really don't want to skip it if I can avoid it (mainly because makeup class is on Saturday morning and we'll probably be at Six Flags by that point). So of course this is the perfect time for my back to blow out.

Oy. At least I did manage to get to Belly Dance Treasures earlier and pick up the scarf of my dreams, so that's something. It's a black rectangular scarf like the one shown at right, lined with with peacock/iridescent drop beads and gold coins. I modeled it for Lyndon, who admired the way it looked on my butt and had some crisp words for the woman who thought that only slender women should wear rectangular scarves. Come to think of it, this led to the activity which produced my back problem. Never mind.

Anyway, sorry for an unusually short entry, kids, but I need to go lay flat on the couch for awhile and see if I can convince whatever locked up to unlock again. I hope.