SOTU - It's Vodka Time!

It's not that I have nothing to say. As I've mentioned recently, I've just become even more private than I usually am when it comes to... most matters. It's cold tonight, and even though I should totally be doing some yoga to work on my totally effed up back, instead I am snuggled up on the couch with a nice toasty heating pad on my back, and well, it's cold down on the floor, and if I could live my life like a lizard or a cat in the sun I would, and so I am firmly entrenched here on the couch.

The State of the Union address is tonight. An opportunity to listen to Mr. 28% spin and back peddle and showboat and stammer and pathetically try to convince the other 72% that he's actually done an OK job over the last... gasp! seven years. As much as it pains me to even look at his face never mind listen to his fake-ass twang - I will listen, if only with one ear. Wait - I'm actually nearly deaf in one ear. I'll use that one.

About the yoga - and the back pain - well, today I was talking to my chiropractor over the phone, and as often happens when I talk to him about the struggles I've been having over the past year and a half with back pain - I felt myself choking up. He started talking about the way chronic pain can start to fuck with the pain and emotion centers in the brain - in other words, about the fact that chronic pain can wreak havoc with your emotions. Hmm... yup. So I'm getting a referral to an orthopedic, in the hopes that I'll finally get around to an MRI. I feel like it's the only way I'm going to feel confident about proceeding with a course of treatment. All I really want to do is yoga and the like to treat it, to be honest, but I've been afraid to fully engage in such activities out of fear that I'll make the problem worse. Last night the only relief I got was from falling asleep on a tennis ball wedged along the edge of my sacrum, seriously.

Why the hell am I watching the SOTU? I don't really have the energy to read in between the lines. He was just blathering about the importance of free trade agreements while trumpeting the value of products that are Made in the USA. Now he's talking about clean energy. God this speech must be exhausting for this guy. He probably has a VIP suite waiting for him post-speech, replete with hookers and his name spelled out in coke on their asses. Oh, he doesn't?

On a certain level, I really and truly pity him. I'm waiting for him to use the word "frenemies".

On that note, I need a drink. The pic is of me, with a pretty martini last summer. My friend from the west coast, who snapped it, sent it to me today. Now you know what I look like. Sorta.