My neck is out of joint,
oh, cursed spite!
I’ll need a crow bar,
to set it right.
Woke up with a monster headache, curtesy of a major neck ache. And of course, it was on a Saturday, because I could have slept late today. No, yesterday, when I had to be up at 7, I slept like a rock–just not long enough.
I think if I could buy sleep–real sleep–I’d pay quite a bit.
Alas, poor slumber. I knew it, Horatio. An infinate jest.