Jötunn, spasms, and general life

 Woke up today with spasms. I haven't had an episode like this since Colorado. The involuntary contractions last for a few minutes despite my attempts to stretch the muscles to relax them. No problem, if it's the calves. But when it's the sternocleidomastoid? Fuck this shit.

I don't know how many of you have watched "The Ritual". I highly recommend the movie. I don't know why I brought this up. Perhaps I was going to make a comparison between the pain and remorse felt by the main character and my own pain and remorse. 

And maybe touch upon the Jötunn patting me on the head and telling me to fuck off back to bed.

Dunno.

What is abundantly clear is my pathetic mental state. I 'm going to take advice from the chaotic demigod and take my muscle relaxants.