It's not quite the crick that immobilized me years ago, but what has me writing about it is the mystery behind its cause: I did nap without a pillow Sunday afternoon, which might explain the slight strain, but then again, there's a distinct but unmarked area of swelling there in the back behind my left ear, sensitive to the touch, although the bump that may have been indicative of an insect bite (during wintertime, no less) seems to elude my searches a day-and-a half later. Should it turn out to be a tumor that results in my decapitation or indication of a surreptitious assault, psychosomatic or otherwise—I must say, however, the thought of leading some productive double life as a super-powered Goa'uld megalomaniac in my sleep isn't terribly off-putting—I'd like it on record. Yes, always with the super powers.

Things feel too tight or short. Took me months to realize these pants fit the childhood criteria for "high-waters" and while they cost less than I've spent on sales tax for other pairs, I'm a grown man with as much trauma for outgrowing my mother's income as income so am now planning to return them to JCPenney. I pull on my long sleeves one-handed day and night. My new vest looks right, but should I have gone with a larger size on it, too?