Day 1000 of neck brace

How the fuck do regular people deal with this shit? I'm on day whatever of having this stupid brace on and it's making me batty.

(Doug, I need some more programming books, I finished the basic stuff yesterday. Or like, give me something to do with this stuff? I need to cement it in my squishy head meats.)

I swear to little green Martians if I can't work out again soon I'm going to stab something. I have boobs again. It's terrible, none of my bras fit. I need to go shopping. Or just blow up a couple of buildings.

(MA, think I could hit you up for that contact you have re: poisons? I've been totally studying World War II spies lately, this shit is awesome. But I'm like, on my last book and I could do with the outside time. )