It's times like these...

When I wish I had a good source of some quality painkillers. The only thing worse than giving oneself an idiotic, mobility-limiting injury is not having anybody around to fluff your pillows, bring you groceries, or cook you dinner while you're suffering. My apartment is a mess, my back is killing me, and I am not looking forward to bending over piles of laundry tomorrow. I want my mommy. Life sure looks bleak in between ibuprofen doses.