I threw Group 017 up on the Cereal Prize Project, and I mean that more figuratively than I'd prefer, but it's been a dizzy week and I know you'll forgive me. I've got a special blog entry coming tomorrow, but calling it "special" will only overstate its innate specialness, so let's just say I'll be back with more tomorrow (or, as they case may be, later today) and leave it at that.

In other news, over the last week and a half or so, I've had the most annoyingly consistent neck/back cramp/thing ever. Like clockwork, around the time I'm supposed to go to bed (now-ish), my neck and back start feeling as if I've ever done anything in my entire life physically exerting enough to cause neck and back pain. I worked hard at atrophy; this really sucks. What's worse is that it always strikes at bedtime, like there's some demon controlling the happy balance of my body who waits until it's finally time for me to relax and be comfortable to lash out with a HOLY FUCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY NECK, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW BAD MY NECK HURTS, every single night. I'd visit the doctor, but that would go against my family's longstanding theory that things like this "just go away on their own eventually," and who am I to rebel against generations of Opiophobia? Besides, I've always been into those old Doan's commercials and I've finally found justification to down half a bottle of their pills. When I do, my back better start pulse-glowing red and orange to illustrate what the pills are doing, or I'm getting my money back.

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