Threw out the back this morning while heroically putting on my underwear. Every inch is a crisis. This note was typed only after Nurse Leslie had me prostrate on the floor till noon, dressed me like the geriatric I have become, shuffled me down the hall to the graphics office, fed me lunch laced with narcotics, and handed me the keyboard. Drugs affect me differently so perhaps I'll slip into orthodoxy.
Pray for me.