i'm sore. yesterday i was so sore i felt like i could barely breath. i felt like a dried up sprayed on roach. like a splattered bug. it makes me feel old. but i'm not that old so why did i feel that sore?
saturday afternoon golf was easy. tiring but easy. we went for an evening walk as well, but it was short and not fast paced. no, saturday was not a problem.
we went bowling sunday afternoon. the most interesting part of that outing was the massive tip our server gave himself. our food was cold, we had to ask for it and he never brought back the change. we only went to play 2 games. i mean we haven't bowled for nearly a year so we decided to take it easy.
both my scores sucked ass. rigid eventually broke 100 by the end of the 2nd match. i never even came close. i believe the first match was a 70something and the 2nd an 80something. that was it. it was so disappointing we didn't even bother paying for a third match. we were pooped.
what more can i say about bowling? it's not exactly the most exciting sport. how is it even a sport? i mean like a total body workout. like my skull and toenails were fucking sore kind of workout. bullshit. i don't buy it. i'm old? Meh.
last sunday i ended up with a boil on the back of my neck. my brain is still buzzing with all the symptoms i could possibly have because of it. i've looked up so many diagnoses that my eyes are crossed. there's nothing wrong with me. i know there's nothing wrong with me, but i keep trying to find something. i'm pretty sure i hugged one of my cats. every time i hug one of them (particularly artemis) something goes wrong. i'll get cystic acne or some strange bump. the next thing you know i feel infected. zombiefied.
on top of that everyone at work is sick. dropping like flies. yesterday i sneezed a whole 4 times. FOUR WHOLE TIMES. that's a lot of sneezing. when i got home i ached and ached and ached all over. i thought i was doomed. DOOMED. but i feel fine. a little sleepy and tired and still a little sore even...but all around fine.
i don't get it.
could be the diet pills. i skipped a dose on sunday and monday because i was running low and was too lazy to go out and buy them. rigid went out before bed. a diet pill run. who ever heard of a diet pill run. i'm not even dieting. i need the energy & focus. i don't fancy getting back on the adderall though. i've got the horrible suspicion that it'll make me want to smoke again. i don't want to smoke anymore. i haven't smoked in months. i have no idea how many months i just know it's months. better not keep track of things like this. that way, it feels like i've only been quit for a few weeks.
whatever. i feel like a decrepit old granny bowler only that's an insult to decrepit old granny bowlers because i bet even they could break 100 per match.
pathetic.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
i'm an insult to granny bowlers
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