So my evil landlord is like, "Hey I know you need some
money, so how about you come and help me with a couple of hardwood flooring
jobs?" So I do and damn if he doesn't try and kill me by actually making
me work - J.
Not his fault, it's my back. Thinking another trip to the surgeon is in my
future. The poor evil landlord, getting saddled with such a loser like me; he
even bought my son and I supper. Yes I said he was evil... ;)
I just hope I don't disappoint him too much. I guess as long
as I don't walk into the school tomorrow using a cane we are all good. J
Mood has been fine today - too sore to be sad - oh lord
don't tell him that, he will think he cured me. J
I can barely move my fingers so this post is brief that and
I need to lie down. J
Talk to y'all tomorrow...
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