Went to the chiropractor today for my first “alignment.” I don’t think my neck knows what to do with itself now. The x-ray he took of my neck looked hell: instead of a nice curvy curve, my neck was straight as a board. Not good. At least if I’m going to be stiff-necked, I’ll be in good company.

So I’m not at the protests in downtown Atlanta today. Intead, I’m here in bed feeling sorry for myself and my stiff neck. No real reason to be in bed, but being in bed lends itself more to feeling sorry for yourself more than, say, marching in an anti-war protest.