To quote Bart Simpson, "I didn't think it was possible, but this both sucks and blows." That's my week so far. Sunday, I was doing housework and while in the kitchen, reaching for something, I felt a sharp pull in my lower back. Soon after I was walking around like a little, old, hunched over man.

Heed my lesson all: Housework can kill. Don't do it.

But ever so the trooper, I've been at work regardless. Partly because I have no PTO yet, but mostly because we have a bunch a crap to do on the first of the month. I mean it was ridiculous the amount of stuff that all had to happen on Feb. 1. and I have to wonder "why?" But whatever...I'm not paid to think, I'm paid to do my job so there I was, in pain, plugging away at my workload.

Because it's uncomfortable to sit, stand, walk, lie down, and pretty much everything else, I was a little less than my usual chipper self. Apparently it was noticeable. "You're grumpy," IMed the graphics designer. I didn't want to be, but at that point, didn't care.

This afternoon, I was able to go to a chiropractor for an initial adjustment and tests. When I got back I had some lovely emails market urgent with that soothing red exclamation point. Apparently I fucked up in a big way the day before during the Hell Day at work. I profusely apologized and corrected the problem immediately, but I have to wonder if there will be any ramifications.

I won't bore you with the other details of how this week has sucked ("Too late," you say.) but needless to say I can't WAIT for the weekend. Besides the reprieve from the daily crap-fest and pain, a certain Martha Stewart-loving archeologist is coming to town to paint the town Persimmon. Of course that means I need to get some house cleaning done first.

Ouch!