I was fatigued today. Not really tired, just dragging ass like I overdid it at the gym after being out sick for a week and a half and it made me kind of cranky. So on the way home, when some jackhole in a Suburban honked at me for waiting for a pedestrian and not just running the poor guy the hell over, I stopped my car and got out to tell him about WAITING FOR PEOPLE CROSSING THE EFFING STREET. Fortunately, he kept going because I don’t think we would have had a very productive conversation. Really, I lucked out on that one.<\/p>\n
So I went to the gym and what did I do? Overdid it again. I was DFL in the workout because after I easily ran around the block, I came in and felt like I was going to see my lunch again. There are certain rabid exercisers of a cult that I won’t mention who would probably beg to differ, but half-digested sushi is not something I ever need to see in my life. Throw-up-and-keep-going sounds like a worse option than slow-down-and-don’t-waste-the-money-you-spent-on-food.<\/p>\n
So there you go. Another day goes by with a sense of impending doom, mostly at work and nothing really spectacular to report in my outside-of-work life either. Maybe I should go on Facebook to see if I can feel really inadequate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was fatigued today. Not really tired, just dragging ass like I overdid it at the gym after being out sick for a week and a half and it made me kind of cranky. So on the way home, when some jackhole in a Suburban honked at me for waiting for a pedestrian and not just running the poor guy the hell over, I stopped my car and got out to tell him about WAITING FOR PEOPLE CROSSING THE EFFING STREET. Fortunately, he kept going because I don’t think we would have had a very productive conversation. Really, I lucked out on that one. So I went to the gym … Continue reading Cheating death once again.<\/span>