sorenesses

Woke up to some strange back pains again this morning (haven't had them for a few weeks now). So, after I made some frittata and coffee for breakfast, Leah busted out her massage table. Alas, my back is no longer sore! She is brilliant.
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This laptop is a piece of shit. It gets crazy hot and makes my wrists and hands sweat, making it hard to write. Yes, write: I have an essay draft due tomorrow morning and I am finding it hard to organize my thoughts. I have the ideas, the research, but compiling all this shit together is like some kind of perverse, demonic jigsaw puzzle. My brain hurts, it too needs a massage. Maybe Scotch will help that: do want to try these out, a gift from Leah's dad when we were down in Austin.