I was sitting on the floor watching television last night, that being my usual position, and when I got up, my knee went all emo on me, shrieking (metaphorically, of course) with despair. It was a vary sharp pain, accompanied by an audible creaking, and it turned out not to be a one-time deal. It happened every time I got up from the floor for the rest of the night. I hope I don't have to start sitting in chairs. I've never liked chairs very much. If it doesn't sort itself out soon, I suppose I should consult a doctor. But I probably won't. I'll just put up with the emo knee until I can't stand it any more, and then succumb to the normal seated posture of the common non-Japanese herd. I don't much mind aging, but I wish my joints didn't have to do it too.
Sleep, probably, after some tossing and turning. Man, my schedule is way screwed!