The Little Blue Bag of My Things.

Yesterday's massage was more painful than pain relief. My shoulder, neck and back muscles were ALL knotted up and tense, so when the masseuse dug her elbows and hands into the muscles to loosen them up, my eyeballs almost popped out from the pain. But thankfully after the experience, my shoulders/neck feel looser, though there is an overused-muscle-type ache left over.

I think I shall go for massages more regularly. Like, once every 2 months, just to treat myself. 'Sides, I get stiff shoulders way too often, and massages kill two birds with one stone - good 'love-me' time, and good for my health as well.

I rushed home to complete my CB report part, and then devoured three episodes of SATC Season 4. I watched the ep where Carrie started missing Aidan and wanting him back but he just couldn't forgive her, and it just affected me so much I didn't sleep well all night. Oh well. Heh.

I really like the character, Carrie. She's sort of like me in the aspects of being emotional, loving to think about emotions and things and people, and asking questions. Also, the appeal of Mr. Big. oooh. Heh. Falling for what's not necessarily good for you.

Aye. Cool, calm and uncollected. I'm a balance of contradictions right now.

"and it'll be just as quiet when I leave
as it was when I first got here"
- Quiet, Rachael Yamagata