Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Monday, July 30, 2007

That time, again

Today's lyric:
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"Once more it's a crying shame
Only this time no-one but myself to blame
All I touch turns to dust
It's right there in my cards - I ought to cut."

Roxy Music: "Could it happen to me?"
From the album: "Siren"

Well fit, that Jerry

Every couple of years or so - and, coincidentally, around this time of year too - I do something stupid which twists my pelvis and gives me absolute fcuking grief.

Such that it hurts like hell to get up from the sitting position, and vice cersa, but you have to get up frequently to stop the muscle (or whatever it is) from knitting back.

I'm walking like I've cacked meself.

It's a real pi55er, and when it's caused by something banal like reaching for a cd from the understairs cupboard - so not exactly lifting heavy weights? - aggravating beyond belief.

Labels: Griefage