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Nov. 15th, 2005 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideWhy is it that when I'm late waking up (because of turning-off-alarm-clock-problem after going-to-sleep-too-late-problem), that instead of leaping into action and hastily beating my way out the door, that I move ten times slower, and pause to whine on LJ? Also, and excuse the TMI, but the first day of being on the rag really does sap my energy. Blah.
The day after Alexis I'm always a little sore, but it's really just the pre-pain stage. I can feel the pain, but it's still burbling beneath the surface. What I'm really dreading is tomorrow. Two days past I'm usually stiffer than a teenage boy on prom night. You know, the one that's already got the hotel room booked and his date liquored up.
My brain keeps sending frantic messages, "Um, lookit the time, dummy. Move! Move! Move!" But I keep staring dimwittedly around. Movement is hard.
Okay, I need to scoot and get dressed.
Sheesh. It's like the end of Waiting for Godot here.
The day after Alexis I'm always a little sore, but it's really just the pre-pain stage. I can feel the pain, but it's still burbling beneath the surface. What I'm really dreading is tomorrow. Two days past I'm usually stiffer than a teenage boy on prom night. You know, the one that's already got the hotel room booked and his date liquored up.
My brain keeps sending frantic messages, "Um, lookit the time, dummy. Move! Move! Move!" But I keep staring dimwittedly around. Movement is hard.
Okay, I need to scoot and get dressed.
Sheesh. It's like the end of Waiting for Godot here.
