I didnt knock hard enough on wood

So, Saturday, Catpants and I talked about how her knee was, and I told her that the closest I have ever come to being "hurt" was kinda sorta pulling a muscle in my neck during Mattress a few years ago. This little dancer we had was in charge of warm-ups, and she had us do yoga things that I guess I wasnt ready for one night. The only thing that happened is I whined for a second, and one of my costars (who is a massage therapist) rubbed it a bit, and it was fine. (Yes, I just said costars). So, I was telling Catpants, literally, I have never had a break, a sprain, a twinge, a twist, a pull, a.....decapitation. She said Id better knock on wood. I did.

And then promptly moved a bed by myself yesterday, and pulled a muscle in my back. Not worse than the only other one, I suppose, but I dont have a massage therapist on hand. And no one in the office I would readily let touch me.

I miss people who can give backrubs. My ex was TERRIBLE at it, and thats not just spite. I mean, she did things that either hurt, or were mildly irritating. If there is one thing I will miss about doing a show right now, its doing a show with hot chicks (like everyone in my links list) that I would readily pay for a sock in the eye, much less a back rub.

Ah, for the days when I loved everyone I did shows with. Oh well. After my break, itll be back I bet.

Speaking of back, ow owowowowowowowowwooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I hate the feeling of being too big for my lower back to support. What with a head full of air, youd think itd be easier.