It's not a tumor, girly man!

Ugh. My back is messed up and it's giving me headaches. My back has always been prone to getting twisted in knots, but this past week I must have done something to it because it's been sore a lot of late or else it leads to a tension headache. I need a chiropractor, but right now I'd just settle for a good backrub.

My house is infested incredibally tiny spiders. So small you can hardly even see them. Trouble is, they are industrious web builders. I set one of my playing card binders down a few days ago and noticed today that it was covered with webs as though years had passed. Disgusting. Of course, I'm much too lazy to address the problem. I was very proud of myself just for thoroughly dusting the entertainment center last weekend, making it matte black once again instead of a uniform powdery gray.

I live in a basement surrounded by spiders and pointy guitars with a sore back and a libido that won't calm down. And I wonder why I'm still single :/