So I woke up super early this morning for some strange reason. Something was just…off. So I tried reading The Defenders miniseries to put me back to sleep (never mind that the Giffen/DeMateis bwahahaha humor isn’t conducive to sleep). I turn over on my side when I hear a teensy weensy wet snap. My back has been not happy ever since.
This has happened once before–right before I left to Cabo in 2003. I bit the bullet and got on the plane since there was no way in hell I was going to miss Cabo. I suppose I’m biting the bullet again because I don’t want to miss Gphoria. Hopefully some vodka tonics will make the pain go away.