Ow... Owowowowowowowow

Yesterday was an interesting study in helplessness.

Every spring, I rediscover which shoes are bad to walk in. Usually, this entails a small blister which hampers me for about a day or so. Not so this year. I am the proud (?) owner of five blisters, of which only the two on my heels potentially deserve the adjective "small," since they're smaller than the others.

I have also been fighting with my hands, who have not liked essay writing in the least. They felt better after my chiropractor adjusted them yesterday... for a little bit, at least.

But when it came to 9 pm last night, I gave up. I couldn't walk. I couldn't do anything with my hands. I just sat there, unwilling to move unless it was to go up to bed, which was too early yet, and I couldn't hold up a book to read, so I might as well just stay where I was. It was interesting, in an unpleasant sort of way. Unfortunately, today looks to be more of the same, though hopefully I can make it a little longer.