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It figures. For the last several days it's been rainy, misty, muggy, you get the idea. The day I return to work it dawns sparklingly clear- the air scrubbed clean from all the rain, not a cloud in the sky. Feh.

I woke up Friday with a stiff, painful neck; I debated going to the chiro but got too busy. I was pleased Saturday that I felt fine when I awoke and was even able to sleep in. This morning, quite painful. It makes little sense; I go to sleep feeling okay, then wake up hurting. All I can conclude is that I'm doing the one activity that requires no thought incorrectly, which makes me feel silly. I mean, it's one thing to sprain something lifting a box or twisting to grab something or whatever, but to somehow mess up sleeping? The other notion is that it's emotional tension, but then again, why at the beginning of the day and not the end? I haven't noticed my dreams being that fraught with anxiety...

Bah. I'm feeling lonely and crabby this morning. In 12 hours it will be Adult Swim and maybe some friends will come over and we can laugh a little.