neon epiphany

In a cosmic joke, I had hiccups for eight hours yesterday. This is a fate I wish on nobody, especially since it came on the heels of ten hours of airplane travel. By the time I was able to get to sleep I’d been up for twenty-six.

What takes the cake, though: waking up after something like that means a whole new kind of muscle soreness. I’ve got pain in places I didn’t even know existed.

Kind of hurts to breathe. I don’t feel right at all.

But at least I’m not hiccupping. I’ll take my blessings where I can.