snap, crackle, pop

[azurelunatic]

I'm so wrung-out. I'm exhausted and sore and I can't wait to get home. I'm not sure what happened to get me feeling this way, but I feel like someone's been using the back of my neck for practice tuning violins the fun way ("the fun way" as described by the Little Fayoumis, involving toilets, glue, and general mayhem).

Ow.

Ow, ow.

I need a backrub from someone I trust enough to not lash out at and try to hurt.