July 31, 2012

Complaining.

I have a sore shoulder blade today. I'm pretty sure I got it from working out. Isn't that discouraging!?

The first thing out of my mouth this morning was a complaint. "I don't want to go to work today." "My alarm is the worst sound ever."

I got on Tiny Buddha as soon as I could (on my bus ride in) and was able to right the ship, but the shoulder blade? Phew! That sucker is jacked up. If you see me giving you a pained look, I'm probably not offended by your existence. Probably.

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