uncaringmachine

Just got home from work, where I blew out something in my back. Damnit. It's always something. I left two hours early because of it, now I'm not sure if I'll go in tomorrow. If only I could make the webcomic I do successful, even though that's almost impossible without pouring money into advertising, and working on it pretty much nonstop. Word of mouth and leaving messages on forums only does so much. If only I had someone to massage my poor back.... Damn painkillers. Where are you when I need you?
Oh, what do you know, now it's Saturday, and my back isn't any better. Blegh. So nothing to do. Wooooo.