The Armchair Politician

I pulled my back playing tennis today. It was during warmup, when I was serving. There wasn’t really a lot of pain, but I knew I’d pulled it, so I kept playing anyways.

Bad idea. In the second set, it started locking up. By the last few games in the match, I could barely move and it hurt to breathe. Just about every muscle in my back is clenching, and I’m considering trying to perform an amputation. I hope there’s a healthy supply of Advil in my medicine cabinet; this is one of the few times I can ever recall where I’ve desperately wanted painkillers.

My dad’s had a lot of back problems in his life, and I never really understood just how painful having your back lock up is. Excuse me, now, while I go pass out in a nice, hot tub of water.

Edit: Fuck. I already lost half the day to tennis, when I could have been doing finals. The original times got rained out, so we had the matches in the afternoon instead. And now I can barely even sit up. I was already short on time for doing my end-of-semester schoolwork and finals; this does not fucking help.

I know I typically don’t like to talk about myself on the blog. Well, lately I haven’t been talking much at all, so I’m sure writing anything is better than nothing.

The philosophy I ascribed to when I first let Jordi convince me to start writing here was that few people care about the drama of my life. I really don’t mean that in a pessimistic way, despite how it sounds. What I suppose it boils down to is that everyone tries to write about the minutia of their life on their weblog, but ninety-five percent of it really isn’t all that interesting. And that’s a generous assumption.

But lately, I haven’t been in the best of spirits. Because of this, I’m going to try and start writing more about my life as a way to vent.
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