I don't know what I've done to my back, but now I can't fucking move.
Waking up this morning, I couldn't turn 90° onto my side without taking a deep breath and summoning up the kind of willpower required to jump from a burning building. It feels as if my ribcage is going to collapse in on itself. Arses.
Where did I get this from? Certainly not strenuous sex. Could it be blogging? I don't have a chair, but I do have a tiny room in a poxy little flat in fashionable West London, so I have to do all my typing hunched over from the side of my bed, making Quasimodo look like... erm... he has a straight back.
Tschh. I'm not even trying any more.
Cycling's out tomorrow. Dammit, so's karate. My first ever lesson missed. Ah, screw this. I'm going to lie on the ground.