So it turns out that a breakfast of muscle relaxers, neurontin, and advil means I actually can do more shit than just lay on the couch in pain. I built a closet organizer and did some massive cleaning. Now I am waiting on the always fashionably late Sylviaaaaa to come over and watch movies. So you all get to hear one of my favorite songs ever. I've been listening to funk all day long and in the bestest of moods.