Good morning, Metachat. I am writing this from my couch. →[More:] It snowed this weekend. It snowed a lot. And, being a responsible homeowner (ha!), I had to shovel it.

I made the mistake of going out while I was mad at something or other, and in my anger-fueled energy I was less careful than I could have been shifting eighteen inches of the fluffy wet white stuff. Heavy snow, too. Thanks, Ma Nature.

Long story short? I threw my goddamned back out—it seized up Sunday morning. I am at home today with a heating pad on my back and muscle relaxants in my blood, my iPod handy -- and my Palm, for to dick around on the internet even in my invalidity.

And since I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to complain, here are a couple of Monday-morning songs: one loud and one quiet.

Have a painless and productive day, all. Mine will be neither.