So after feeling so extremely proud of how much work and packing I got done over the weekend I now have a fuckin sore back. Fcukin bung sciatic nerve. Grrrr. There's more packing to do but I'm too scared to attempt it. Fuck I'm a wuss sometimes. It's all those years of carrying around heavy amps, cabs and drums without thought for my post 20's.
Warcraft on the couch it is.
Warcraft on the couch it is.
I have a limp on today ---- and i got it through playing GOLF!
I'm broken.
Mmm yes, soothing WOW.