i hurt myself moving furniture. i was fine for a few days, just a little stiff, and then yesterday morning i was washing my face, bent over in a strange position for a moment too long, and this pain kind of washed over me. now my back is killing me and i can't stand up straight. i'm always forgetting that just because i can lift things and move them upstairs doesn't really mean that i should.

in other news, my sister sent me some really good jellybeans and america's next top model is fascinating. i've been talking with elise from the first, um, "cycle" and we agree that tiffany's grandma is the smartest person on the show. also, my ex boyfriend is in iraq and he sent me a happy easter email, except i don't celebrate easter. i'm not entirely sure why i kept him around as long as i did.

now it's the weekend and i think i'm going to make myself a fabulous new dress or something so i don't feel so bad about all the crap going on around me. i put up a good front, but i'm getting tired.