What up, y'all? I'm being bored by my work week per usual. I'm in agonizing pain. It feels like I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder because I slept wrong this weekend. TAD went to sleep before me so I slept on the futon in the guest room to keep from waking her. Big mistake, my African. I'm fucked up. Epson salt baths, hot showers, Icy Hot, heating pads, the works. No haps. My shit is still jacked.
It's all got me thinking about what's legal and not legal. Advil and this other shit I keep taking literally does nothing to ease the pain. I can't legally smoke cush, which would probably set me straight right away, but liquor is legal as fuck, with no medicinal upside whatsoever. It's fucked up I tell you.
I can't even munch on a hash brow.nie. The fucking hippies lost.
The one thing I'll remember out of this is it's better to wake TAD up on the weekend than to sleep on some uncomfortable shit. Weekend sleep can be re-couped, but I'm getting too old for that "plop down anywhere" shit.