Everything hurts. Every nerve, muscle, skin cell. Headache. Neckache. Backache. My brain hurts. I think this is all your handiwork. I’m exhausted. I missed work today, and the timing was not so great. I don’t know what to think of you, how to feel about this. I am tired. Tired of you. Sometimes I want to learn to live with you, and sometimes I just want you to go away. For today, that’s all I have to say.