A few days ago I pulled a muscle in my back really badly. Up until now, even drinking water was an existential question. How badly did I need the water? Would I be willing to risk intense pain to get the water? Was I content to be without pain or did I need to have the water? It had all the makings of a Camus novel or a Pinter play but it also meant that I couldn't type much. After a lot of bengay, holding off going to the bathroom, and hot patches on my back, I am finally better and will be able to answer your comments and post the things you requested soon. And by soon I mean tomorrow. Right now I'm a little befuddled by the bengay fumes.