This past week has been one of those periods. Constant discomfort radiates from my spine like bad alternative music from a college radio station. Even though I’m not laid up in traction, I’m definitely annoyed. And as such, when I see happy pain-free people jog past me, all smiles and puppy dogs, I have the common human reaction: I want them to suffer too. If God is going to punish me, why can’t he get them as well? I’m not as much bothered by the pain as the fact that everyone else isn’t in pain. Because when it comes to the distribution of agony, I’m a tried and true communist: I think everybody should have some.