For a better part of the day I was an elfin slave locked away in the conference room, hunched over glass flutes THIS close to my face as I gilded them with rings of gold.
My shoulder is sore, as is my right wrist, which had to hyperextend itself so I could rest the lower part of my palm on the convex glass/stem. HOWEVUH, my eyes, to my surprise, have neither permanently crossed as I had feared nor fallen out of my head from straining so hard. Glory, glory!
I was intending on meeting up with an old friend and her sister at the "urban" Bally's by us after a very quick "breakfast for dindin", but, instead, fell asleep STANDING UP, my body bent to a perfect right angle as I lay across my mother's bed. When I woke up, my calves and hamstrings were burning and my head pounding.
So, there will be no running or ellipticalling or crunching or weight-training. Instead, I will probably continue to lay here for a spell, pop some Advil, watch some TV and continue reading my current book on queue, "Same Kind of Different As Me."
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