It's a free world, baby. I am now officially on vacation. And well pleased too. Five days of peace before I rejoin the fight.

I wasn't sure that I would go to work this morning. Depression hanging low. Wanting vacation. Wanting to bury my head in the sand. But I got up and got going. And what happens? I help a lady lift her baby wagon onto the bus and my back pops out. It's hurting like hell. Whenever I move. I hope it'll be okay tomorrow. I hope it doesn't get worse. I don't want to ache all vacation.

I didn't stay at work long. My back was just hurting too much. Stupidly I went into the city instead of going straight home. Silly me. Maybe my back would be hurting less if I had gone straight home and rested. Oh well. I went to the bank and got my money, honey. And then I went to Bogshoppen, bought three very cheap English books (Alien and Aliens novelizations and a Dean Koontz horror story) and a playstation game. I like Bogshoppen. It's full of old used books and magazines and games and CDs and DVDs and everything. When I was a kid my parents would take me there and I'd swap all my old stuff for old copies of Danish Superman magazines. I had a huge collection of Superman magazines, I had almost the complete series even though I didn't buy a single issue in the shops. I got them all used in Bogshoppen. Hah. It's a great place, tons of old, cheap stuff.

I should have gone straight home though. My poor back. That's what you get for being helpful. I had planned to do some serious working out but that went out the window. When the vacation is over I will knock it up a notch. I want to increase my effort. Be all that I can be. Maximise my potential. And have nice hair.

I like thisNetphoria thread.

But no deeper thought required. I am shutting my brain down for the vacation. Hooray.

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