Ow. I woke up this morning and, after a moment of lying in bed, tried to move my neck and heard "POP!"
And now I can't turn my head to the right without being in screaming pain. Makes driving difficult, yes? It's better than this morning, when I couldn't even look forward. I had to keep my head turned to the left. I looked like such a dork.
Now I'm carrying around my choir robe. Because we sang this morning and will be singing again tonight at 7:30. Kent Stage. Gospel a'plenty. Even if we suck.
Must... do... math homework. Hates it. And my foot hurts too. How is it that I'm always in pain? Pain sucks. Always in pain when all I really want to do is go home and write my little pseudo-pedophilic sex games Elijah and Viggo story. Which is so weird that I'd really like to get it out of my head before I go insane.
And now I can't turn my head to the right without being in screaming pain. Makes driving difficult, yes? It's better than this morning, when I couldn't even look forward. I had to keep my head turned to the left. I looked like such a dork.
Now I'm carrying around my choir robe. Because we sang this morning and will be singing again tonight at 7:30. Kent Stage. Gospel a'plenty. Even if we suck.
Must... do... math homework. Hates it. And my foot hurts too. How is it that I'm always in pain? Pain sucks. Always in pain when all I really want to do is go home and write my little pseudo-pedophilic sex games Elijah and Viggo story. Which is so weird that I'd really like to get it out of my head before I go insane.
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