I Am Falling Apart

I have the most wretched back pain today.

It came about yesterday afternoon and it is just killing me. I have been heard on several occasions today asking for a small child to walk on my back. So far, no takers, but the day is young.

I suppose the body starts falling apart the minute you turn 30, right?

ALSO:

I have a wicked pattern of bumps on my wrist.

I don't know if a mosquito went medieval on my skin (are those suckers already out?) or if this is an allergic outbreak or some alien symbol claiming my body.

If I were to connect the dots, the image would look like some hieroglyphic dog running across my flesh.

ALSO:

I have a wicked headache. I don't know if it's for my lack of eating (actually, come to think of it, that arena isn't really lacking these days) but I just had a peach fruit cup so that should give me a good dose of fructose.

On the plus side of things, my toes are freshly painted and my legs got their first swift shave of 2007 this morning. I suppose I can't hide under my pants any longer.

I can't believe I really confess all this crap to you guys.