5/22/07
Lately when I've been getting up in the middle of the night to move my bowels, the prize at the end has been grotesquely enormous. Such was the case on Sunday night slash Monday morning.
Lately when I've been getting up in the middle of the night to move my bowels, the prize at the end has been grotesquely enormous. Such was the case on Sunday night slash Monday morning.
When the clock struck 7:20 a.m., I jumped out of bed. Not because I was excited to go back to work, mostly paranoia of ending up late on my first day back. I was 10 minutes early and I took my time in the morning.
Right now work is slow much to my satisfaction. There are two things which must be done but I don't want to do them after work. I'd rather leave early and do them when I would normally be at work so I can go home and prepare for strength training on Tuesday.
In case you were wondering, and I know you weren't, my palms are getting better thank you very much gentle reader.
