broke

I broke my car again. Because of my back I had my car seat right forward and my backrest upright. I seriously look like my grandpa. I tried moving my seat back, and *snap* goes the cable. Fuck. I am getting it fixed tomorrow. Hopefully.

My back is getting better. I didn't take my anti-inflammatories today and I was fine with a bit of deep heat. I hope it gets better by the weekend.

So. The psycho supervisor who I so couldn't handle while on treatment has moved to planning with me. It isn't so bad. We get along now. I think the environment in planning is less stressful so she is a bit more relaxed. As long as I get the work to her on time, which isn't hard, it should be okay. I've found a common interest between us - wine.

Watching Grey's Anatomy. I forgot how emotional I can get from watching TV.