Decrepid... 2003-06-18

I'm trying to find a part of my body that isn't sore, and I don't think there is one. I feel like I've been fucking run into the ground.
I'm not quite sure why, since I don't think I'm doing anything different physically than what I do any other day. My muscles just can't seem to stop groaning at me.

I guess partly it's because I haven't been sleeping well. Not that I lie awake or anything; as soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out like a fat kid in dodgeball (special thanks to Jon D for the metaphor... or is it simile...)
It's just that when I wake up in the morning, I don't feel like I've gotten any rest.

All I know is that the knots in my back are getting bigger, mating with each other, and having kids.
My legs, my shoulders my neck... stiff, sore, and in desperate need of a rubdown.
My knees... well forget it.

Maybe it's time for a vacation. Because for me... the word of the day, of the week, has been decrepid...