*crackpopsnap*

The chiropractor told me this morning that he's confident that he can make my shoulders and neck stop hurting.  Since my insurance will pay for him, but not a massage therapist without jumping through all sorts of hoops, I'm willing to give it a shot.  Frankly, I'm sick of feeling the muscles ratcheting tighter every day.  This sucks.

The last two days at work have been, to use netspeak, boring liek whoa.  Seriously.  They decided to juggle classes around, so we got one full day, two off, then a full day and a half.  Why they couldn't just alternate the days, I have no idea.  I was really reaching for things to do this afternoon.  But, at least I'm getting paid well to be bored.  There's always a bright side, eh?

In much happier news, I got to talk to my darling sister tonight.  I miss her so much.  I hope that she starts taking better care of herself: that cough sounded ghastly.  She could also use advice for how to tactfully tell parents and player that, no really, they suck at volleyball, which is why they're not getting the playing time they think they deserve.

And, just to clear this up, I was not trying to give jrug a concussion tonight.  Neither was I trying to pierce his ear.  These things happen....granted, they seem to happen a lot more around me, but I can't explain it.  Really.   I can't.