And so I do some free typing on the keyboard.
I have a headache.
Possibly a migraine.
Possibly due to fatigue.
Possibly due to this tiny rubber 'super ball' I fell asleep on Saturday night. I thought it was just a kink in the bed sheet. So I moved a little and found a better position. But a nagging iritation kept me on edge for most of the night. I woke up to 'smooth' the kink out and found a rubber ball.
Yesterday, after a wedding day full of festivities, I went to the mall where those Chinese guys massage you on a chair for 15 minutes. It didn't work. And my fifteen bucks went down the tubes.
Last night I was in so much pain I was trying desperately to reach the pain in my back with my knuckle and just jabbed it into the tension area.
I woke up sore. As if someone pounded me there a couple of times throughout the night.
Now its too tender to touch and I can't lay on it. My pain threshold is very low when it comes to these things. Which is opposite of getting slammed to the ground by a wrestler, being choked out on the mat, or getting hit by four or five paintballs while standing on the sideline already dead. That pain I accept, I welcome, I endure. BRING IT ON!!! But don't touch me in the back right now. It hurts too much and I'll cry like a friggen baby.
Before I go to bed, here's two pictures I took over the weekend.
First Jake and his funny face.

Then Bella at a wedding. Jake said she looked like an angel. Little "Angel-Bella".

Did some PS work on the bg to blur it out.
Yes, more on the wedding some other time when my back feels better and my thoughts are gathered and I'm not in that laziness state that WE ALL GET INTO.
So sue me.
I'm out. Good night y'all.
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