I Simply Must Quit

…working in the hunched over, Quasimodo-style that I do.

It’s bad. Really bad.

I wasted most of today. Could barely move.

I am more than a little tired of my body crapping out on me.

There’s only one thing for it: I must design and create a big-ass robot that I can sit inside, practicing perfect posture while I toggle levers and push little buttons that will make the robot assume the scootch-up position so necessary for exorcising creative endeavors. Art will get made, but Jody will not hurt. Problem solved.

I will be Ironman.

(not Black Sabbath – more like The Cardigans’ cover version)