Ow, My Back

Last night, I headed out to Don Bolles' Club Ding-a-Ling for the tribute to Lux Interior. Full story over at the LA Weekly.

Sometime when I was trying to get the photos of Bolles and Howie Pyro, I raised my arm above the crowd and feel a deep, painful pull.

Oh, shit, I thought.

But the show must go on, right? So I kept snapping away and taking notes. Didn't wince until I was in the car with the windows rolled and music blaring. Then I went home and finished the story.

Today is officially my day of sort-of-rest. I thought about going to the doctor to try for something stronger than Advil, but I figured that would involve three hours in a waiting room with contagious people. Fortunately, a double dose of Advil offered some relief. Other than that, I'm sitting around watching anime DVDs.