16 Jul 2007
Woke up Sunday, stretched in an apparently incorrect way, and immediately got a crick — if by “crick” you mean “an eerily cold, knifelike pain” — running down the top half of my spine.
Ate a croissant filled with ham, egg, and cheese for breakfast.
On the way home from breakfast, Larry hit a bump, causing coffee to jump out of cup and onto the entire right half of my sweater.
While doing laundry, apparently did not open washer lid all the way; lid fell on head.
In between doing 80 loads of laundry, watched three episodes of Freaks and Geeks. And, ok, Pretty Woman.
Ate Krystals for dinner.
Update: have you ever used a heating pad at work? If so, then you know that I look absolutely ridiculous today. Right now I am scrunched down with my head propped up on the back of my chair to fully maximize heated goodness. I look like one of those dudes who leans his seat waaaaaaay back in his car to look cool. Only neither one of us looks cool.