The back is feeling a bit better, thank you. For those of you who are dying of curiosity as to how I suffered this injury, the title of yesterday's post may give you a clue. Batman and Robin costumes were not a part of the scenario, thank you. Spiderman and Mary Jane, perhaps.
I spent yesterday on the couch like I said I would, watching Traffic, Blow, ten Spongebob episodes and Akira. I fell into a codeine-induced sleep and dreamed about a post-apacolyptic world where sponges rode motorcycles while running drugs for giant gods. I then had another dream where Tom Cruise was trying to throw me off of a balcony. At some point the dream swtiched to a prehistoric setting, and I was a dinosaur hunter. Something like Crocodile Hunter, but more dangerous. Nothing like Vlasic Park.