Release

in my semi-echoing brain i consider reasons for my state; is it damian leaving? 'cause i am rilly sad about that. is it some weird zay-damian-emily-jason-madhavi-zack thing? 'cause that's still awfully sensative. is it mo's heartbreak? 'cause that scares me. is it all the alcohol i've been pouring down my gullet? 'cause i been deep in the sauce this weekend. or perhaps it's even nerves about how i can no longer touch bottom in the sea of love. ho boy is that shit is intense. ho boy, i say. ho boy!

but no. my physical therapist, kristen, hears about it and says it's probably trapped emotions that have been released by the therapy and the acupuncture i had last week.

i ask if these kind of explanations go over in boston, or if they're restricted to california. 'cause it makes sense to me, but i live in california and it still sounds california. (yes. california is now an adjective. live with it.) kristen relates that the popular press and medical establishment actually have begun to explore theories like this: that back pain is frequently an emotional problem, not just physical. that people store emotion in the weak parts of their body and treatment releases it.

that's pretty wild stuff. i can hear grandfathers harrumphing about this clear across the country. it does make me feel much better, though. now i don't feel so nutsy-cuckoo. now i have some sense of why i feel as lousy as i did last year when all this back stuff really started -- because perhaps i've opened it all back up again to clean house.

perhaps.

or maybe i'm just pre-menstrual.

let me tell you about something else though. on saturday night, it was lumpo's birthday. he had a superfriends get superdrunk pub crawl to celebrate.

it was fucking ridiculous. i mean, i thought i looked absurd all dressed up as The Receptor! (exclamation point part of the name), wearing tin-foil cuffs and anklets and big tinfoil antenna/flag on my head, but not compared to some of the other kids. lumpo was Captain Obvious and he wore a white union suit with a blue speed-o over it and red belt and a cape and mask. steve was The Jaeggler and wore a green unitard and... oh. i guess i'm posting pictures soon so you'll see for yourself. let me just say i now know why it's called a uni-TARD.

anyway, we looked ricockulous. my super power was helping people get better cell phone reception by grabbing onto them while they were making a call and screaming "can you hear better now? can you hear better now?" until they got away.

i made a lot of friends doing that.

then, quite drunk and still wearing my costume, i bumped into jessica whom i WORK WITH. this is ideal. wearing a tin foil suit while drunk and bumping into someone who works with you. she introduced me to her friends. they snickered. she asked if my girlfriend was at the bar and i told her yes. she was the one wearing the goggles and rainbow socks, otherwise known as Captain Useless. (she had y-ray goggles which allowed her to answer any unasked question.)

okay. well. that isn't as funny as i thought it was going to be when i started writing it but it's too late now! hah! i wrote it and you read it and it's just too damn late!

no. you cannot have your money back. you can however, read the next blog post for free! unless you suck, then i want some money.