Oh god, paaaaaaain.
Leg status= cramped and stiff, somewhat ruined in all joint-related areas. Whys the treadmill hates me? Whys? All I did was abuse it for roughly 28 km this week. I need to get used to this running shit. And stretch. And figure out what the hell kind of grudge my shoes have got against my feet. And stretch more. A lot more.. good lord. Why the fuck don't I stock Tylenol anywhere in this apartment?
Also, I think I'm developing an intense fear of Google. Every time I try to find a picture of something, it shows me a whole bunch of awful-looking shit that vaguely resembles people who've either fallen into a vat of acid or stepped on a land mine. Because that's really what I want to see at four in the morning. For serious. Any kind of body part, when googled, will give you about thirty pictures of said body part being mutilated in ways that hadn't even occured to me as being possible. That, or porn.
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