Current mood:	drained
Current music:	"The Little Old Lady from Pasadena" - Beach Boys

Slap a respirator on me and call me "Grandma" :-(
I feel decidedly old today...yes, good readers, the young whipper-snapper that so many have taken to calling things like "puppy" and "grasshopper" feels this very evening like an old lady...

You see, good people, my back is, for the first time in my life, giving me grief. I was walking out of work along Wacker Drive, as I do most nights out of the week when all of a sudden, my back politely informs me that not only is it an insubordinate little bitch capable of causing extreme pain for no apparent reason whatsoever, but it also owns me, and when it decides to throw a little hissy-fit, I had better find a place to lean up against, 'cause it wasn't going to treat me nice.

So there I stood on a busy thoroughfare at 7:30 pm, seriously peeved that not only was I leaving work pretty late, but I would also be hobbling to the el and to my home in a rather awkward fashion. Well, many stretches and one hell of a hot water bottle later, here I sit, like an old lady at her gramophone or printing press, thinking about my new rheumatism and perhaps reminiscing about the good old days...

Ooog...more tomorrow then, goodly peoples!

A good night to all!

-Liz :-)