I got up yesterday an hour early for some reason... well, maybe it was because my neck hurt... I'd "Slept on it wrong".
Y'know, I don't really sleep on my beck, and when I do, I usually do it right.
Anyway, it went from being irritating to downright painful, but now it's settled down into a dull throb... unless I do something utterly stupid, like turn my head to the left, at which time it becomes a major pain again.
That which doesn't kill me... makes me more cynical. That's not mine, I didn't make it up, I don't know who did, it's not a quote, it's a paraphrase. Kinda like a parachute without all of the silk and strings. A lot less fun, too, although I've never done the parachute thing and I never will, so I can't speak from experience.
But then you don't have to pack it up and put it in a bag when you're done with it, either, that makes up for something.
It should be obvious by now (at least to regular observers) that I'm running on fumes here. And there's way too much oxygen in this room, I'm not sure that it's really safe. I'll go out on the deck for a smoke and come back and finish.
Wait... no, I think that I'll just go to sleep instead. Of finishing, not smoking.
Good day.