I am the walking dead this morning. I woke up at least three times last night that I remember (some time during the one o'clock hour, the two o'clock hour and the four o'clock hour. Thusly, I never got more than two hours at any point. It was so hard to not just call in to work and go back to sleep this morning. That it's also Friday didn't make it any easier.
Dear Body: Fuck you.
I few weeks back, I was walking down the stairs with a load of laundry and missed a step (oops), and proceeded to verify that gravity does in fact still work as I remembered. In the process, I seem to have done something to my left leg. In class, I've apparently been holding that leg totally tense in an effort not to force it places it doesn't want to go (when what I need to happen is for it to relax...). My upper left thigh is sore as hell from holding it tense.
Dear Body: Again, Fuck you.
I think I'm gonna close my door and take a nap. Except my damn phone has already gone off twice this morning.
Dear Work: See above.
Dear Body: Fuck you.
I few weeks back, I was walking down the stairs with a load of laundry and missed a step (oops), and proceeded to verify that gravity does in fact still work as I remembered. In the process, I seem to have done something to my left leg. In class, I've apparently been holding that leg totally tense in an effort not to force it places it doesn't want to go (when what I need to happen is for it to relax...). My upper left thigh is sore as hell from holding it tense.
Dear Body: Again, Fuck you.
I think I'm gonna close my door and take a nap. Except my damn phone has already gone off twice this morning.
Dear Work: See above.