I Really Need To Get Some...

...Strong massage therapist hands to mash out the knots in my shoulders until I ooze all over myself like an unattractive bowl of tepid, soupy, no longer firmly jiggling Jello.

Mmmmm. Soupy Jello shoulders. Sounds great.

So, at the organic market yesterday I bought a bottle of grapeseed massage oil in the hopes that someone will take pity on me and will use it on my poor spasm-afflicted dorsal side. At Laura's, the massages flow freely, but out here in the real world (aka: Southern New York), I am somehow struck with the sad realization that not everyone wants to service me. Sigh.

Alas, since nobody is throwing themselves at me for the sole purpose of soothing my tired self, I guess I'm going to have to think up an alternative. I do believe I might invest some of my hard-earned dough into weekly (or more often, please!) back massages. There's a massage therapist at the office where my dad goes to see his chiropractor, so maybe I'll start there.

So while I don't have any specific plans set, I do know that I need to act on it sooner than later. A procrastinator by DNA, this will be a difficult task for me, but I hope the promise of less-than-agonizing shoulder status will force me to be more proactive on that front than on others I've ambled around.

Oh well, I guess we'll all just have to wait and see.