I woke up this morning in a rather gymnastic position and my neck is now killing me. I got cold in my sleep and folded myself into a warm, ratty pretzel. I don’t know how I got cold in August, although one of my friends once helpfully explained that women get colder because they have more fat. Anyway, my neck is really really cricked today, and I’m making it worse with stress. The phone will not stop ringing, which is unfortunate because reaching for it makes me wish I were dead.

I have taken two tylenol. I suspect taking a new job would be a more likely solution. Sigh.

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