Yesterday i did some painting work for a lady, and after i was finished, she asked if i would help move two or three big pieces of furniture. I made the mistake of agreeing to it. Three became ten, then twenty, then i was rearranging them for her, as she was using me to help her decorate her home. Fourty, fifty, after about two hours of this heavy lifting, i told her that i had another appointment to fix a broken door, and must leave. I swore right then and there that the next time some one asks me to move a couple of pieces of furniture, i'm going to tell them i have a partially slipped disc, and the doctor says i'm not allowed to do any heavy lifting. I would rather lie to some one, then let them take advantage of me like that.
Today i am too sore to due anything. I ache in spots where i had no idea there were muscles. I don't have the energy to do any of my chores. Over all, i feel today will be a total loss, unless i manage to invent something really brilliant to cook for dinner tonight. Looking forward to my late night talk shows, vodka, and a wonderful meal of ? Painkillers!