Icarus Baby, You Flew Too High

I’ve been out of comission all weekend with a busted neck. What began as terror level Bloody Murder on Saturday morning when I awoke with a start to screaming pain, was downgraded to Chicken Bone in the Ass  on Sunday.

 The adults in my life tell me its what is commonly refered to as a “stiff neck”. But I would call it a writhing vortex of pain.

Clearly this is punishment for my hubris but I don’t think it will stop me from further cartwheels or wii-wheeling to come. 

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