Phenomenal night out for @beep's bachelor party. Full-tilt karaoke, dancing, boozing. Every inch of my body will hate me tomorrow. Worth it.

As predicted, my back feels like it had a run-in with the Baseball Furies (sans Warriors backup). If this is what aging is, count me out.

Woke up at 5am in enough pain to make me consider believing in God.

Mount Auburn Hospital doesn't seem to have a @Foursquare mayor. I'll take that as a good sign.

The diagnosis is in: trapezius muscle spasm. So, who's coming to my place for the Valium & Vicodin party?

What's worse? The throbgoblin conclave on my shoulder blade, or having "Two Princes" stuck in my head all goddamn day? I just can't decide.