So who wants to go see Sonic-Youth with me?
I just got an email from Mr. Small's saying that Sonic-Youth is playing there on August 29th (a Tuesday, which blows, though I so don't care), and that tickets go on sale this Friday at 10:00 am. I have no clue how much it will cost, but I seriously expect it to sell out in a heartbeat.
Anyone wanna go with me?
...I offer a difficult, but exceptionally enriching time. I am not for the weak or the meek. I am for the tough and remarkable.
It wasn't said about me specifically, but it really could have been.
Something has seriously gone wrong with my right shoulder. It had been bugging me for a while, and I had attributed the pain to a repetitive motion injury -- my right arm is the arm I usually use to lift heavy bags of groceries at work. Thing is, I've been looking out for it for a while now. It started bothering me maybe a month ago, and then I spent a week in Ohio not lifting heavy bags of groceries, and, since then, I've been being conscious to lift with my left arm and give my right arm a break.
So what the fuck is going on? It only started bothering me during the last hour or two of my shift tonight, and, by the time we closed, I couldn't even lift my arm enough to fork my rice into my mouth. Now, every little motion leaves me wincing. Joseph said he thought it was the weather -- that his injuries from the last time he was hit by a car were acting up, and that he blamed the humidity. I hope he's right and that I haven't inadvertently done something new and horrible to it.
I have one -- count em, one -- hydrocodone left from who knows when (the keratitis, or maybe my last car accident). I plan to take it now and hope for some sleep.