In which Seanan hurts.
Went to bed last night at 9:03, after finishing the Sookie Stackhouse novel I was reading to comfort myself. Woke up at 4:44, when Lilly decided Mommy Was Dead and started licking me in an effort to resurrect. Thank you, Lilly. Woke up again at 5:15, when the alarm went off.
Discovered that my back hurts.
Crap.
Now, mind, this isn't the sort of 'my back hurts' that leads to spending a week flat in my bed crying (yet). But it's the sort of 'my back hurts' where all I have to get up and walk around every twenty minutes, or completely lose the capacity to get up and walk around. The muscles at the base of my spine are cramped and spasming, and I am not a happy camper.
Please do not poke, spindle, mutilate, or otherwise annoy your blonde today. I am made of baleful and pain, and while I don't move very quickly -- the zombies come today, I'm toast -- I will hunt you down, and you will pay.
Owie.
Discovered that my back hurts.
Crap.
Now, mind, this isn't the sort of 'my back hurts' that leads to spending a week flat in my bed crying (yet). But it's the sort of 'my back hurts' where all I have to get up and walk around every twenty minutes, or completely lose the capacity to get up and walk around. The muscles at the base of my spine are cramped and spasming, and I am not a happy camper.
Please do not poke, spindle, mutilate, or otherwise annoy your blonde today. I am made of baleful and pain, and while I don't move very quickly -- the zombies come today, I'm toast -- I will hunt you down, and you will pay.
Owie.