My Back

I've gone and fucked up my back again. As I write this I am holed up in the house, lying on the couch with the shades drawn, making the house as dark and dreary as possible. As I alternate hot and cold packs on my aching bones, the light of my laptop is now the only thing illuminating the room. I'm sure that only the perpetually hungover and bat people will relate, but there's something really nice about a room devoid of natural light when you're feeling especially shitty. A cozy blanket of blackness to wrap around your body and mind that meshes with your soul and coagulates with the absolute shittiness eminating from within your aching body. For now, I am one with the blackness, and until I can get in to see the goddamned doctor tomorrow, it is my one true friend.