I am Jen, hear me whine:

I do not want to write my paper or my play, nor do I really want to read any theory... Or anything else, for that matter. I've had a headache all day, my lower back hates me, and my shoulders loathe me. I got a back rub from a friend, but it wasn't long enough - massages never are.

I think I'm going to go microwave my herbal thingy and drape that across my shoulders. Maybe it'll help. Then I'll confront the paper for Theory of the Novel. Blarg to papers.