Friday afternoon

At the end of my chiropractor visit, we walked out to the common area to work on my shoulder. There's a corner there where I stand and he throws a lot of weight into each shoulder to pop it into place. So I step up against the wall, he steps in close and lifts my arm. Meanwhile, a woman walking by grins evilly and says, "Hey, Doc! What're you doing to her up against that wall?!" Everyone laughed while I turned about six shades of red, which amused everyone even further. *giggle*

Dad called last night to ask if I wanted to work this afternoon. To tell the truth, I don't. The fun thing is that if I got there ten minutes ago and worked until six, I would have worked a full 40 hours this week. Not bad for someone who was working one day a week last week and unemployed two months ago! However, my back has the beginnings of a dull ache, I have a headache and I have work to do at home--I need to finish the Silver Angel site. Uh-oh.. did I just talk myself out of it? I was planning on leaving as soon as I finished writing this and sent a mail to M. Decisions, decisions. And I also have a dinner planned that .. oh, screw it. I'm not going, I don't know why I'm worrying myself over it.