eh... it's as if my neck has been encased in cement. barely can move it.
(and it's not like i'm faking it like that dude in the neckbrace that turned his head when the brady's dropped the briefcase in the middle of the courtroom.)
son of a @!()*#$
eh... good morning... how y'all doing?
(no, i am not going to a doctor... tylenol, baby. tylenol will be my drug of choice today)
and call me growly, but i hope the guy who hit my car... well, i hope his neck is killing him, too.
as i am getting ready for work i am watching the hullabaloo going on in ramallah... yeah, i am gonna place bets that people will die today... all hell's breaking loose and the arafat chopper hasn't even arrived yet.
*shaking my head*
