I woke up Saturday with a twinge, and I knew I’d slept wrong because it felt like I’d pulled a muscle in my neck. It wasn’t too bad, though, and it didn’t bother me much, but I think all my looking up on Sunday exacerbated it because it was back with a vengeance this morning, and after two hours at the Office job, I called it quits (I’ll stay late Thursday and Friday to make up the time).

So I’m at my apartment, sitting back on the couch, with my laptop propped on a pillow on my lap, another pillow behind my head, and a rag soaked in hot water around my neck. I don’t know if this is what I should be doing, but I’ll certainly say that I feel considerably better. I tried calling out of the Bookstore, but there’s a big event tonight and they’re trying to call me back in. As long as they keep me off the registers and recovery, I might agree.

On the other hand, I’m kind of looking forward to spending the night in this position with a bowl of popcorn, a bottle of beer, and movies I haven’t watched in years and years on the television.