August 22, 2004

I'm An Old, Old Man

I woke up this morning and I wasn't able to move. At all. Once again, I'm totally messed up my neck.

I can't move it more than a few degrees in each direction. And I can barely type because of the pain, especially in my left arm. As a result, I'm writing this one-handed.

Go on, be a smartass about my one-handed typing. I dare you.

This makes writing reviews that much harder. I'm sure you'll understand if I don't write any over the next few days. I've even farmed some of my day-job writing out to one of my writers.

But WHEN did I become such an old man? When I was younger, I used to lie around the house all the time. Hanging upside down on a sofa…arms and legs splayed out like an octopus. Then again, back then, the booze and drugs probably helped. Now, if my neck doesn't have just the right amount of support when I'm sleeping, I wind up hurt.

Anyhoo, "Taking Lives" and "Connie and Carla" ARE coming, as well as "Anacondas"…it just might take some time, is all.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to apply some Icy Hot, take a combination of muscle relaxants and pain killers, and wash them down with a beer.

I doubt it will make the pain much better…but at the same time, I doubt that I'll care.

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