Pain Sucks
So, I've had this fuckin' neck cramp pretty much since I've gotten to San Antonio. Before I left Austin, I could feel that I had a knot in my shoulder, but now I have this horrible knot in my neck as well. It's painful to turn my head too far either left or right. Granted, if I turn my head too far left or right normally, it can cause extreme pain, and in some cases, death. But now even my normal limits are gone. I've tried sleeping different (tried being the keyword... it's hard to fall asleep on you back when you're used to sleeping on your sides), but it hasn't worked yet. I think I need a professional massage. And if I don't, it's a damn good excuse for one.
On an interesting sidenote, this is all having an interesting effect on my mom. See, back in early November, I go $200 out of an ATM to pay for some John Mayer tickets, and to have some cash in my pocket. My mom saw this online at my bank's website (just recently) and, putting two and two together (the wrong two), immediately assumes that I got in a car accident, or in trouble some other way that I'm unwilling to divulge. She thinks all my neck pain is from the stress of not telling her, or something. Of course, I didn't help matters by playing dumb (well, actually being dumb... I had forgotten what I spent the money on) when she asked me where that $200 went.
What the fuck is up with me not being able to sleep? When I got here, my sleep schedule was all out of wack, and for a couple of days I was tired. But now, I can't sleep more than 8 hours. Right at the 8 hour mark, I fucking wake up. Doesn't matter if it's 7:30 in the morning, my body will not let me sleep more. What the fuck is there to do at 7:30 in the morning?
For those of you that haven't read "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand (and I'm guessing that's the great majority of you), you need to. This book is incredible. Of course, if you're not a fan of objectivism, you won't appreciate this at all. But I really like it.
On an interesting sidenote, this is all having an interesting effect on my mom. See, back in early November, I go $200 out of an ATM to pay for some John Mayer tickets, and to have some cash in my pocket. My mom saw this online at my bank's website (just recently) and, putting two and two together (the wrong two), immediately assumes that I got in a car accident, or in trouble some other way that I'm unwilling to divulge. She thinks all my neck pain is from the stress of not telling her, or something. Of course, I didn't help matters by playing dumb (well, actually being dumb... I had forgotten what I spent the money on) when she asked me where that $200 went.
What the fuck is up with me not being able to sleep? When I got here, my sleep schedule was all out of wack, and for a couple of days I was tired. But now, I can't sleep more than 8 hours. Right at the 8 hour mark, I fucking wake up. Doesn't matter if it's 7:30 in the morning, my body will not let me sleep more. What the fuck is there to do at 7:30 in the morning?
For those of you that haven't read "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand (and I'm guessing that's the great majority of you), you need to. This book is incredible. Of course, if you're not a fan of objectivism, you won't appreciate this at all. But I really like it.