Shhhhhh...

[msfledermaus]

A catalog of things, both good and bad...

I stressed out the tendons in my left hip again...too much standing. I'm in some pain. I'm stretching it out very gently, very slowly.

I keep thinking of halfhearted poetry and then discarding it. Maybe tomorrow I should put the beginnings to poems and see how other people would finish them.

I have an unopened half-gallon of milk in the fridge. Not for long. *drools*

I'm training minions this week so I can have a lovely vacation someday.

I want to take my Birthday off. I'm not sure I can.

I'm flying to see my folks...later than I planned, but I'm still going.

I fed Ben the Not-living-as-close-Neighbor some chicken stew I'd made. I was horribly rude to him as well, since I was also on the phone with someone getting over a viral hijacking. Ben didn't mind, since it meant he could sneak seconds while I was distracted. He is a better Neighbor than I deserve, for sure.

I didn't make it to the meeting I should have gone to about our building. Partly just being tired, partly because I was limping on the way home. Five bucks says tomorrow I'll be grabbing my butt again and yelping because of that damn hip. I'm not digging the thought.

I now return you to Mr. Fu Manchu's Mysterious House of Lefse, already in progress...

Comments

[low-delta.livejournal.com]

But I don't wanna go back to Fu Manchu's house of wax, or whatever! Tell me more about the hip! Or something! Save me from the flying monkeys of Christmas doom!

[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

But I thought you liked lefse!!

Damn.

And I'm too young to complain about my hip!!! I am!
Ow. I'm ignoring that. Ow. and that, too.

[sirreal13.livejournal.com]

I would massage your hip if it would help... Nope, m'Luv says that wouldn't help anything... I tried {{{Ms. Eff}}} I'm thinking that moving and walking on glare ice are just things that aren't good for anyone, even a Minnesotan...