I always get terrible, crippling, mind and body paralyzing Charlie horses in my calves when I sleep. As I’m laying in bed unwinding, my left calf starts to feel funny. Which is never a good sign. So now I’m laying in bed with a big ass heat blanket wrapped around my calves. Fingers crossed!
"Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second."
Edward Abbey (via kushandwizdom)