Tortured torso???

Whether it was trying to keep track of spasms per minute or minutes per spasm, the numbers were simply grotesque and made my day nothing more than an ordeal. Sigh.

So, naturally, it was nearly impossible to sit in front of my desktop and I spent most of the day flat on my back. Booooring. I realized - a little late - that there are still two people to whom I'd like to send holiday greetings, but I'm having technical difficulties. For one, I can only contact him via FB Messenger but I can't find that option in my current state. For the other, the only way is to find his address in an old Yahoo Mail, but I'm limited to using the app on my phone, because my colours are all borked on my desktop. Sigh, again.

I'm officially tossing this day into the shredder which I suppose is appropriate as it was Boxing Day. Not the quaint Brit practice of giving little boxes to household staff, but more like getting my torso pummelled.

At least I managed to sleep until after 7 and nodded off while watching the evening news. Just hoping I can conk out overnight. ::crosses fingers::