Last night I got stoned for the first time in months, and enjoyed all the munchies that went along with it. Delicious chocolate-drizzled meringue cookies were a highlight. I had it in mind to hit the gym today and do the treadmill for at least an hour.

So I sleep in a little, do some chores (I'm loving HabitRPG which is keeping me on track) and walk the 20 minutes or so down to the gym. I get there, go to my locker, and get dressed in gym clothes. Then, as I bend down to pick up my running shoe...I throw my back out. I'm in gross pain and am now back in bed, can't do the gym or any of the cleaning I wanted to do. And I know it's not the end of the world, but it's really frustrating.

And I won't get into the details of it but I also spoke to my mother and that brought all sorts of other frustrations. We disagree more and more as I get older, it seems.