I woke up in the middle of the night and knew that I had pretty much entered hell.

It was hardly a conscious thought, but now, in hindsight, I knew then.

I woke up fully this morning and couldn’t move.

You know that feeling you get when your body hates you and you feel like tiny, angry elves are stabbing you repeatedly in the neck from the inside, trying their hardest to break free and releasing their angry elf fury?

I know you must know that feeling.

When you sleep in your bed in a way that makes your body so upset that your neck just decides to say one giant Fuck You and not work properly.

So today, I have walked around all kinds of unbalanced, had trouble getting dressed, cried because it hurt, had to turn my entire body just to be able to look at something, and sat on the couch with a heating pad tied around my body.

This better go away. And fast.

I have shit to do.