RawLaw

I decided to try some yoga yesterday to relax and stop panicking about the reading my classes are throwing at me now, at the end of the semester. It seemed relaxing and fun at the time. It's been years since I tried a headstand. Today, of course, I regret it with every fiber of my muscle. Ow. Ow. Ow. I have this searing pain every time I budge my left ribcage. According to some anatomy websites I cursorily checked to diagnose myself, there is nothing there that should be hurting. Even better--my neck is permanently cricked back a bit. This makes that dumptruck of reading nearly impossible to do, unless i sit on the floor and prop my book upright on my desk. So now I am in extreme emotional and physical distress, and yoga is to blame. Whosoever invented yoga should be subject to the Bush definition of torture.