I'll burst out laughing. And I'm smiling a lot, randomly. At around 4, I find myself craving an ice cream social. That feeling quickly goes away when a paralyzing pain presents itself in my right shoulder and my lower back begins to ache. I'm not certain what else in my jerry-rigged office needs fixin', but I'm sure a lot of it does.
Denial seems the best route.
Ignore the shoulder, ignore it. You just need to stretch out or something. Just . . . go to yoga. On Day Five I go back to taking showers in the morning, which slices about 40 minutes off my magnificent night of sleep, but really pays off when a cute neighbor happens by to borrow sorghum or something. Alas, my career in bad hygiene is over a mere five days after its smashing debut.