Kthx,
Bobby Lang
But seriously, neck. This is just not cool. Yes,I know I was up to 4 in the morning last night reading webcomics, but YOU kept me up an extra hour with all of your aching and whining! And it’s not the kind of neck pain where you can’t move your head to one side without it hurting, it just HURTS. Constantly.
And really, neck, you should know this as well as I do – tomorrow’s a big day for us. Basically, tomorrow NEEDS to be the day we start our epic quest, seeing as the next Wednesday is the last real day of class, and the knowledge that there’s at least a few people watching as I make questionable decisions involving bears makes it that much more bearable.
So, please, neck, could you stop hurting? Come tomorrow morning, I’ll need everything to be in top working condition, the better for three long sleepless nights of listening to techno whilst reading webcomics and watching documentaries.
Also, neck, as you are probably well aware, I recently popped a few Advil, so you probably noticed as they traveled down the gullet which you so ably encase. So now I’m all hopped up un Ibuprofen, and thinking weird thoughts, most of which either fall into the category of “Depressing Thoughts”, or “Humorous Thoughts About My Future Life Path”, and sometimes both. For example:
I dunno, maybe Walter Whitman had some special ability that I don’t, but I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, for I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can become is myself.
I’d like to make a living coming up with bad business plans. Like a business plan that revolves entirely around selling people something they’ve never had before – FREE fanfiction!
I think I may quit school, run off, and become the Makeout Hobo’s sidekick – the Awkward Glances Street Peddler.
Well, the other affects of the Advil (i.e. the pain relieving ones) are starting to kick in, but you still most own up to the fact that you haven’t made this easy, neck. You’ve been pretty resilient in the past, but recently, simple activities like reading webcomics for 6 hours straight or being in the front row seats of a play that was four hours long have caused you to act up. I’m not saying anything for certain, but maybe we should go visit a therapist of some sort. Together. No, not right now. First, we need to get through 3 full days without sleep. Let’s do that, then we can have a good discussion, or talk about our future together.
And could you really try not to hinder my sleep tonight? I’m going to try and get a full 8 hours of sleep tonight, possibly more, so that will hopefully make tomorrow go better than last week’s attempt did.
Love and heating pads,
Bobby Lang
