Relatively Giddy

Last night, while working the karaoke gig at Volcanos, my lower back went into spasms. Excruciating pain -- enough for me to not feel my knee in the middle of cold, damp Texas December. The last time it felt that bad, I had to go to a chiropracter to make the pain go away. Luckily, I ran into a friend at IHOP after the gig who tossed a Darvoset my way. Feeling better today, but I'm leery of doing anything more strenuous that picking up the mail.

What do you do when someone you consider to be a close friend suddenly breaks off contact, saying they have "nothing more to say to you"?

Over half of the traffic coming to SwampLog is looking for the Dynamite Monkey. A Google search lists SwampLog as the top result. Apparently, I'm not the only person who thinks it's hysterical.

After a week of the baseball nation asking "will they or won't they," most of the media at baseball's winter meetings thinks the Alex Rodriguez for Manny Ramirez trade now is unlikely to happen. I still think it will, because the red Sox have burned too much of their bridge between Nomar Garciaparra and their club.

A lot of people comment now that I seem happier than I have been in months. I can't deny that I'm relatively giddy compared to where I was in November, the bleakest I've felt in years.

Comments

[Me]

I said "I don't have anything to say", not "I have nothing more to say to you". I'm in the midst of the most difficult thing I've ever done, and to be honest, contact with you is more hindrance than help. I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to see anyone, I don't have anything to say. Stop leaving pointed remarks in places where you know I'll see them. It makes it worse for me.