So I think I’ve figured out how I’ve pulled that muscle in my arse. Mainly because I just did it AGAIN.

I finished futzing around with the space bags and let me tell you the space get was A-MAZ-ING. But the compression of size doesn’t do anything for the weight of the stuff. I finished hauling my tiny heavy linens and lay down for a second and a half to get my breath--

*Ka-chr—TICK*

“OW FUCKFLANS!”

Springing right the hell back up? BAD MOVE. Flat again in a beat.

“…great.”

This is the part where I vote in favor of coconut milk and cookies.