Just throw me into a hospital until the summer’s over
I think I’m coming down with a serious case of male hyperchrondiac syndrome (MHS). To whit:
Sunday: Develop a bit of a headache from walking along Llandudno in the afternoon, necessitating a three-hour nap
Monday: After spending a lovely evening in a friend’s luxury cottage relaxing, drinking wine/beer and discussing eBay tactics, I am ridiculously tired when we stumble in at the incredibly late hour of 10pm, and pretty much head to bed.
Tuesday: After spending the day at work in the basement, I have a sore neck. I can’t move the darn thing. And I was supposed to be playing football tonight.
I wonder what other part of my body will give up tomorrow…
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