elle.com

man I hate this thing.

I was going to post an essay I wrote for elle magazine about my most memorable piece of clothing but this piece of a blog won't let me. Anyway it's nothing anyone would really want to read unless it got published anyway. No harm, no foul.

My neck is so sore it's making me nauseous. I can't turn it, well I can turn it- big improvement over all of last night, but I can't turn it without sending pins and needles, shockwaves is more like it, to my gut causing said gut to clench and my brain to get dizzy. Voila! I'm spilling my guts. Except that I can't bend my neck down over the toilet (I've tried) so if I did vomit it would have to pitifully dribble down my chin like a mental patient. Not a pretty picture.

So after I get work, my NAMA meeting, a few errands done I'm hitting the bathtub, super hot sauna style, popping a soma, finishing Beowulf, and hopefully not drowning. Then maybe some taco soup for dinner. Maybe just another 4 rounds of ibuprofen. My life is sweet! Envy me!