stillane | *so very much doesn't wave, but would like to*

Okay. So.

I was going to have con notes and pictures up tonight, and maybe a report on all the gloriously crazy stuff that's been going on this week, but... Well, I woke up this morning unable to get my head past medial position without lots and lots of pain. I'm pretty pain-tolerant, most of the time, but this is just annoying. I made embarrassing whimpery sounds while trying to brush my hair, and hauled myself into work, where I spent about an hour very carefully not moving in front of a computer screen before my boss caught me and said, "Home. Now. With drugs."

Ibuprofen ain't touching it, a hot shower was no help, and I've got enough Bengay on my neck to numb a rhino. Although, on the plus side, that particular product always makes me think of due South, so... heh.

I'd really like to know what the hell I did, specifically for the purpose of never, ever doing it again. (Not, as my sister suggested, for planning out ways to inflict it on other people. She's a little evil, that one. I'm so proud.) I just went to bed great, and woke up ow.

In apology for not having anything actually cool to say, I will leave you with this picture:

Yes, that's the Hewlett. Yes, that's the Penguin o'Doom. Yes, there's a story. And yes, I swear I'll get around to telling it as soon as this whole typing shtick doesn't make me want to pant miserably. In the meantime, any and all advice on how to make this stop would be accepted gratefully.

Ow.