Hi, I'm Krishna.
Here you'll see my inane ramblings mingled with a lot of things I like (family, friends, living things in general, philosophy, books, tea, art, music, religions of all kinds, surfing, baking, puns, and more).
Just got back from the chiropractor. He suspects that I’m sabotaging all his hard work with some kind of repetitive/strenuous task. I thought that surely I was not! I haven’t been called into work since my last appointment. I haven’t done any weightlifting. I haven’t jumped neck-first off of any roofs. The pain persists nonetheless and my neck feels to be about as straight as a snake that’s been run over by a hundred cars.
Reading he says. Reading (in a chair and/or in bed - nowhere is safe) often causes injuries like mine.
What?! How?! What is left to me, O Lord? Do not take my books away!