–inSider–

My neck is all better!

Which is good- because now my foot is all fucked up.

And just like my neck, I woke up in pain with no effing clue as to what the eff I effing did.

I was fine when I went to bed last night.

Today is one of those ‘I just want to go home’ days.

I’m a hair’s width away from tears (angry tears) because everything-everything-

I have touched has gone to shit this week;

which is no surprise because anything and everything I’ve tried to do since I got here has fucked up. Even the simplest of details seems to find some way, somehow, to get snagged up in some asinine glitch.

It’s getting ridiculous! It gives me the creepy feeling that something is trying to keep me from doing anything that might result in getting life back on track. I believe it is quite obvious- someone has a voodoo doll of me stashed somewhere.

The neck was bad enough that I was immobilized and right when I start back into the old jogging routine,

I get some phantom pain in my foot? I’m not often prone to this kind of shit.

I’m not a headache person,

a backache person- none of that.

I don’t remember rolling my ankle or anything. In fact, I felt great last night.

Now it’s back to the painkillers we go.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!!!!!!!