A while back I talked about how I was committing myself to being a Steeler fan this football season, and up until today it’s been very easy to do so. However, today my boy Peyton Manning played the Steelers, and while I was dressed out in my borrowed Steeler jersey and hat, I cheered for Peyton the entire time. I couldn’t help it. I did cheer for the Steeler offense when they did something good, since Peyton wasn’t on the field at the time. But since I had a friendly bet with Donald on the outcome of the game, I was relying on the Colts defense to keep the Steelers from scoring. It came down to the very last seconds of the game, but the Colts prevailed, and this happy little guy will be coming my way, compliments of Donald and his losing Steelers, very soon. Go Peyton!
So, yesterday I thought massages were the greatest things on earth. I felt very relaxed afterward, and even though the huge knots in my shoulders were still there, they were significantly smaller. (The massage therapist told me that he’d have needed another 80 minutes to get them out, and that I really need to stress less or come in more often. Don’t I wish!) Today, I’m not so relaxed and happy. My back, from the neck down, feels like one large bruise. It hurts to touch, to lean back on a chair, and to be hugged. I’m sure that it was good to release all the tension locked up in there, and that my muscles are just not used to being untangled, but holy hell, I almost wish I was tense again. At least that pain was bearable.
A lawn gnome? Are you fucking serious?