So what's wrong now mrpeenee? I was minding my own beeswax in the kitchen Monday evening when I suddenly had to sneeze. I turned my head to keep from spraying the counter and I managed in that simple moment to pull a muscle in my back. Actually it's kind of my side and my back, over my ribs. The fact that I can injure myself so easily annoys the piss out of me, but I am simply a fragile blossom. Ironically, and I do hate cheap irony, the pulled muscle is involved in every single time I sneeze or cough, and I have spent a lot of time doing both lately, and hurts when I do so. Dammit.
In unrelated, but pretty news, San Francisco hosted some big deal financial conference, APEC or SPCA or SPICEGIRLS. I don't know something like that. They didn't ask me, they just went ahead and did it all. Typical. I think it's like the G7 conferences but for the non-G7 world. The city was abuzz with frantically washing the streets and blocking off sidewalks downtown so that people working there were just out of luck and shoveling homeless people out of sight. I'm okay with washing the sidewalks; by this late in the dry season they are pretty filthy, but I could do without the rest of the harassment.
An arts group decided to contribute to the festivities by constructing a laser that shot colored light beams up Market Street, the main street of San Francisco. I was skeptical, but interested, especially since I live on Market Street. The first night it was on, I looked at my window and didn't see anything and thought it was just a bust. The next night, though, I actually went outside (amazing, I know) and looked down the street towards downtown where the laser originated and BOOM