I spend yesterday as a hunchback. My neck kept seizing up as if to punish me for new pillows, sleeping on my stomach.
I watched Secret Millionaire last night and cried over it and said neck.
This morning I tried to walk the dog while holding a cup of yogurt. I never eat before leaving the house on weekdays, but this morning I needed to swallow some NSAIDs for, you guessed it, said neck. I cannot take ibuprofen on an empty stomach because the walls of mine bleed over minor medicinal passage. Yogurt was the troll-toll you might say. Upon opening the gate, seeing freedom, the end of the leash and the shaky cup-n-spoon I, said cup, said leash, said neck and unsaid ground was covered in troll-toll and swears.
And tears.
Today has been a long week, yes?
Netflix, bring me something long and sweet. Bring me something sad to give me reason to cry. And bring me a new yogurt!
