Eerily reminiscent of the same day last week, I woke up with a nasty back pain today -- more localized, more painkiller-resistant. Sorta colored the whole day, and all sorts of brilliant, insightful posts I had planned were rubbed out as I lay around screaming "Why? Why?"
This made work great fun, too, as you can imagine. Afterwards I went out for a beer, and spread the joy as I explained just how much it hurt to the poor bartender.
Trudged home (figuratively -- can you trudge in a car?), and found a big-ass UPS box outside my door. I scratched my head. And opened it.
We've got us a party now.
This is both awesome, and when you consider I have four boxes of this stuff, awesomely stupid.