-- Did someone stab me last night?

What the heck did I do yesterday to make my body so broken and sore? I woke up feeling like a knife was lodged firmly in my upper back. It hurts so bad I can't even breathe deeply. I would know it if someone stabbed me last night, right? *sigh*

I hate the idea of back pain. Honestly. It sounds so trashy. "I threw out my back!" Isn't that what happens to people when they hurt themselves heaving 20 lb tubs of ice cream into their laps? I work out almost every day and although I am not an athlete, I shouldn't be this frail. Between the stabbing pains and sore throat, I'm not exactly having the blast of a long weekend that I'd hoped.

Me, hoping the pillows would add weight and soothe my broken body. (They didn't, but I did at least laugh [which hurt] at the ridiculousness of thinking this.) Think I have a few books to finish reading on my bedside table?

Tycho joins me in bed.

Epilogue, posted 12/30/08: all better. whew!