Willie works wonders

I went to what I guess is my masseuse now. His name is Willy and every now and again I go to him after work when I am especially pained. This is more and more since I have had this latest spurt of weight gain. My lower back kills me constantly and it doesn’t help that I’ve been laying fallow for almost a year now with no form of exercise except that which I get at work. I realize that I cannot ever have a female masseuse they never have enough strength to get to where I need them to. He is convinced that I have sciatica. I am convinced I am overweight and my frame doesn’t like carrying around this much flesh and thus protests. I like Willy. I find it comforting when he whispers a heavily accented “shhh, shhh, I know I know” when I whimper as he works on my calves.

Well, it’s the last night of my spring break so I suspect that these entries will become less frequent.