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Incorrectly sized for the purpose at hand, actually.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
Incorrectly sized for the purpose at hand, actually.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
Incorrectly sized for the purpose at hand, actually.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
So, I have glasses. Again. I was six last time I wore glasses. Of course, I was wearing them then with a patch over the eye that could actually see because some dumb fucking asshole suggested that perhaps the left eye would magically heal from the surgical damage done to it when I was a toddler if I was forced to use the damaged eye exclusively. Even doctors are morons at times. I went through more pairs of glasses as a small child than most people will in a lifetime because I hated not being able to see and 'lost' or broke them regularly, since returning to normal sight (for a little while anyway) was as simple as either of those options.
My vision has gotten a bit 'fuzzy' over the last couple years, so I went to see an eye doc a couple weeks ago. Turns out that I actually needed these things. I had no idea how bad my vision was compared to a few years ago until I put them on and drove home yesterday. The glasses don't let me read the clock on the cable box from the other side of the house anymore, but they are only meant to give me normal sight, and I had better than that before. The left lens is purely cosmetic, since it would be pointless to put anything else there. Stereoscopic vision is still not one of those things I'll ever have unless we can start growing replacement eyes in vats.
The last time I saw an eye doc I was nineteen years old, which turns out to be twenty years ago. The tech has come a long way since 1989. The doc back then could check the shape of the eye and gauge responsiveness, but couldn't do a wide angle high res scan of the retina. He thought the nerve was damaged since tracking and dilation were normal, and the shape was perfect. Turns out that there's actually some pretty severe damage to the retina itself and the nerve is probably fine, which means that if we CAN start growing replacements in vats at some point in the near future, I could possibly have two working eyes for the first time ever. I have no idea what the world looks like in three dimensions. It would be kind of cool to stop walking in to door frames and the corners of various counters. That shit hurts.
Love it or hate it, when it works, it works very well indeed.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
Love it or hate it, when it works, it works very well indeed.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
Love it or hate it, when it works, it works very well indeed.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
Complete eye exam, with all the latest and greatest tech for examining the eyes, nice frames, and lenses, all for $160 total (the glasses and frames alone would have cost half a thousand dollars without insurance).
Having insurance is nice. Not having it sucks large diseased goat.
So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
And Fridays are supposed to be cool and all that, but my hip joints are screaming and now my head feels like it's being stabbed.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
And Fridays are supposed to be cool and all that, but my hip joints are screaming and now my head feels like it's being stabbed.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
.
