Just call me Rice Krispies... snap, crackle, pop.

[pixieinparis]

Had a lovely experience this morning where my physical therapist curled me up into a ball, put his thumb just beneath my shoulderblade, and threw his body weight on me until a lovely crackling noise emitted from my back. And then he popped the wayward tendon back into place. And now my arm feels like a painful, useless piece of flesh attached to the right side of my body. Someone tell me, just how am I supposed to take a 2 hour exam with that?

Anyway. Evidently I am much more fucked up than I thought.

Back to studying like mad. And playing with Pandora.