It feels like I've been hit by a truck and dragged across the desert for about a hundred miles at a minimum speed of 180kph. Or maybe this is what the human body feels like after it's been mauled by
grizzlys grizzlies (I can't spell for nuts, I know), and then by wild cats, and then pecked to the bones by vultures.
My back aches. My neck aches. My arms ache. My muscles ache. My skin feels raw. And my bones feel like they're more fragile and delicate than marshmallow. And darn it, now I actually feel sorry for myself. How sad is that?
Bah, I feel old.