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I was going to use my coveted alone time today to play around with make-up. (I've been in a dress-up kind of mood lately, go figure.) However, I chose to sleep, instead.

I needed that sleep. Boy, did I need that sleep (even with the weird dreams. I mean, what were with the foaming mountains?)!

I threw out my back this morning, and all through church it was tense and ready to strike out. Even though it must have looked very bad (Geoff was the one giving the service), I had to leave the room several times because sitting was just too uncomfortable. By the time we got home and I'd eaten something, I was falling asleep.

That's the worst thing about pain to me, is how fatiguing it is. I could deal with the physical sensations if they didn't make me dumb with exhaustion.

Thanks to the nap, my back is feeling less... erm, poised to strike now, though it is still tense and sore and definitely needing attention (which it will get on Tuesday).

I guess I had to remind myself that this is why I was going to try to sign up for disability, given that I'm useless and in pain for at least four days after four hours of cleaning. However, I still really, really, really don't want to do sign up. I want to help out, not be a drain. That's true on the small scale and the large. Balancing the two is the difficult part, it seems.


In other news, I have committed an act of insanity and signed up for Aeternitas. I hope that doesn't prove a detractio to those who were are thinking of going.