"Ow, ow, ow! Bugger! Fuck! Ow!"
Today has been perfectly horrid.
Not only did I wake up late, but I still had a sore neck which I thought nothing of until it took me three tries to get out of bed. Whatever, it's fine. I can deal. However, sleeping in the car was apparently a big mistake because by the time we get to work, I couldn't move my neck. At all. Just pain, pain, pain.
I took pain-killer pills, tried this topical "deep penetrating" pain relief crap that looked like an over-sized tube of chapstick, and a stick-on heat pack. Nothing helped. Of course, being me, I can't just sit there so I stretched my neck out little by little. By the end of the day, I could look to the right and even tilt my head up and down a tad.
Drive home from work was horrendous and counterproductive. Hot shower didn't help. Ice pack only made it hurt more. So. Damn. Frustrating.
I spent most of the day not thinking about the pain. I'm good at this. I just play out scenarios in my head and make up stories. It's good practice even if people look at you funny when you snicker for no apparent reason. Though they're pretty used to me doing that at work now. I think they still look at me funny on principle. Or perhaps to remind me that my behavior is Not Normal and they're not sure if whether to classify it as Charmingly Eccentric or Just Plain Crazy. I like work.
I've also started up my Wall Mural Project again. New ideas. Aya Kato! Aubrey Beardsley! CLAMP! Mythology! Valente! Monochromatic color scheme! I've already started the Echo/Narcissus portion, one of my favorite myths of sorrow and longing. (Love, love, love the play on words and sound.)
Chi dara fine al gran dolore.
L'ore.
Translation:
Who will put an end to this great sadness?
The hours passing.
Though that line....
N: Emoriar, quam sit tibi copia nostri. (May I die before I give you power over me.)
E: Sit tibi copia nostri. (I give you power over me.)
...will forever remind me of the Labyrinth. ("You have no power over me!") Not that that's why I love the myth... entirely. *ahem*
I don't want to work tomorrow, but I left my sketchbook there. Not that I'm sketching! It's just... for the wall mural. It ends there.
Also, Grandma called yesterday to inform me that Emily wouldn't be coming down for her birthday, just in case I intended to show up. I was so surprised that I didn't pick up the phone. No one ever calls to inform me of this stuff. Grandma never calls me, period. She's been very decent to me these past few years, even though she threw out all my books.
Oh! And one more thing, after 558 chapters the Inuyasha storyline has finally ended. I haven't read any of the manga before, but I decided to read the last one just to see how it ends. Of course, it was horribly unsatisfying and inexplicable and stupid, thus making me exceptionally glad that I hadn't the slightest interest in sitting through the entire anime series, nevermind read the manga.
*whimpers* Oh, my neck.
Not only did I wake up late, but I still had a sore neck which I thought nothing of until it took me three tries to get out of bed. Whatever, it's fine. I can deal. However, sleeping in the car was apparently a big mistake because by the time we get to work, I couldn't move my neck. At all. Just pain, pain, pain.
I took pain-killer pills, tried this topical "deep penetrating" pain relief crap that looked like an over-sized tube of chapstick, and a stick-on heat pack. Nothing helped. Of course, being me, I can't just sit there so I stretched my neck out little by little. By the end of the day, I could look to the right and even tilt my head up and down a tad.
Drive home from work was horrendous and counterproductive. Hot shower didn't help. Ice pack only made it hurt more. So. Damn. Frustrating.
I spent most of the day not thinking about the pain. I'm good at this. I just play out scenarios in my head and make up stories. It's good practice even if people look at you funny when you snicker for no apparent reason. Though they're pretty used to me doing that at work now. I think they still look at me funny on principle. Or perhaps to remind me that my behavior is Not Normal and they're not sure if whether to classify it as Charmingly Eccentric or Just Plain Crazy. I like work.
I've also started up my Wall Mural Project again. New ideas. Aya Kato! Aubrey Beardsley! CLAMP! Mythology! Valente! Monochromatic color scheme! I've already started the Echo/Narcissus portion, one of my favorite myths of sorrow and longing. (Love, love, love the play on words and sound.)
Chi dara fine al gran dolore.
L'ore.
Translation:
Who will put an end to this great sadness?
The hours passing.
Though that line....
N: Emoriar, quam sit tibi copia nostri. (May I die before I give you power over me.)
E: Sit tibi copia nostri. (I give you power over me.)
...will forever remind me of the Labyrinth. ("You have no power over me!") Not that that's why I love the myth... entirely. *ahem*
I don't want to work tomorrow, but I left my sketchbook there. Not that I'm sketching! It's just... for the wall mural. It ends there.
Also, Grandma called yesterday to inform me that Emily wouldn't be coming down for her birthday, just in case I intended to show up. I was so surprised that I didn't pick up the phone. No one ever calls to inform me of this stuff. Grandma never calls me, period. She's been very decent to me these past few years, even though she threw out all my books.
Oh! And one more thing, after 558 chapters the Inuyasha storyline has finally ended. I haven't read any of the manga before, but I decided to read the last one just to see how it ends. Of course, it was horribly unsatisfying and inexplicable and stupid, thus making me exceptionally glad that I hadn't the slightest interest in sitting through the entire anime series, nevermind read the manga.
*whimpers* Oh, my neck.