Sark's moral high ground is in Siberia.

Augh. So, we have an air mattress. An air mattress that is leaking, so occasionally we'll wake up in the middle of the night, realize we're basically on the floor, and refill it.

It is doing the most horrific things to my back. It hurts. Mostly this dull ache in my shoulders all day long, though I've been getting these shooting pains about halfway down my back that are much worse.

I'm popping painkillers like candy, using alcohol when that doesn't work, and I injured myself accidentally about twenty minutes ago by flailing a little too vigorously. (I make angry flailing motions when I'm frustrated. It's a thing. I was looking for a jacket and it was hiding somewhere and... oh, never mind. Point is, I'm in pain.)

Need I say this is not my best day ever? I mean, it could be much worse, but the constant pain is a definite damper on everything. Augh.

I'm gonna go back to writing my post-4x13 fic. I don't like it that much, but I want it done, and I've got a paragraph left, and I'm stalling. Productivity. I has it.

And no, the subject line has absolutely nothing to do with the post. I just thought it should be mentioned.