TWO MORE DAYS OF NECK BRACE. Oh God it’s all I can think about. I have tried to be generally cool about this neck brace (with limited success — I fucking hate this fucking neck brace and it makes me miserable) over the course of the last six weeks, but as my day of freedom draws closer I am turning into a rage monster about it. Every time I see a bed I can’t lie down and read on (which is all the beds), I’m freshly furious about it. BUT. Two! More! Days! Then freedom! I CANNOT WAIT. Link up…
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