I need a naked Asian woman to rub my neck

Reading the Co-Mayor depositions yesterday I decided that "journalism" had nothing to do with transcribing court transcriptions (heh).

So I decided to take the day off.

It was a good choice until I stood up from my computer desk and felt the worst crick in my neck that I have ever experienced. Seriously, my screams of pain echoed from throughout my (mom's) basement.

At first I believed that I was cursed by Gloria Squitiro since both she and her husband have been chosen by God to lead Kansas City . . . But then I just figured I've spent too long on e-bay making untold millions in order to finance this bloggy enterprise . . . In any event, it was still nice to have the day off . . . Even if most of it was spent in bed, rubbing my neck, crying and watching cartoons.

I don't know if I'll go full speed today because I've got A LOT of other stuff to do (jazzercise) but there are some things we need to "discuss" and I think I might have a moment to blog before I commit to looking for Asian massage ladies in the telephone book and trying imagine that Lucy Liu works for one of the local services . . . Or at the very least, I might just save money on a gross massage (I'm not a big fan of strangers touching me) and just gawk at a photo gallery of my favorite Asian lady with a mallrat accent.

Oh, and don't ask my why my massage-y lady needs to be Asian . . . Because that's racist.