The Gods of Bohemia are reigning retribution and wrath down upon me for trying to break out of my suburbian shackles. Since my little glass blowing junkett last weekend I have slipped into a steady decline until my back is so seized up I'm starting to feel like the tin man. That's what a middle aged woman with a history of back problems gets for standing hour after hour being artist and creative. It's clear I will never see the fulfillment of my dream to work in a McDonalds drive through. I just don't have the stamina for all that standing.
So, after getting my fill of Derek's chiding I made an appointment with my masseuse and chiropractor
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