OMG, a post that isn't whiny!
No matter which way you look at it, yesterday was pretty goddamn awesome for me. I got to hang out with my friends at the barn for about three hours, and around 45 minutes of that was spent in the saddle. Incidentally, that's 35 minutes longer than I've managed per ride in the last year, so yay! Sharif was a little spooky, and I've been sore as hell today, but it was still totally kick-ass awesome, and I've been in a good mood ever since. Aside from the physical pain, I honestly can't remember the last time I've felt so good. I have to start doing that more often.
Not even the fact that at around four AM this morning, some strangers started pounding on my bedroom window--hard, could upset me very much. Granted, at the time I was very dizzy, very sleepy and a little bit miffed that my dream about Seven of Nine covered in cookie dough had been so rudely interrupted. Um, yes. So anyway, apparently the dogs and 'rents heard it too, so dad called the cops while the dogs barked their heads off and mom went outside and pointed one of her (loaded) guns at them, which caused the "visitors" to panic and scatter off into the woods. This morning I chastised her for not spouting off a funny catchphrase in the process. Anyway, later, the cops drove through the neighborhood. Of course, everything after the dogs barking and dad calling the cops was told to me later that morning, 'cause I couldn't be arsed to even get out of bed at the time. I was way too dizzy and sore to move, and besides, they seemed to have it well in hand. All the same, I'm keeping Serpentsbane (my rapier) by my bed tonight, and I've memorized a few witty retorts should the need arise. I mean, I doubt it will, but hey, you never know.
Not even the fact that at around four AM this morning, some strangers started pounding on my bedroom window--hard, could upset me very much. Granted, at the time I was very dizzy, very sleepy and a little bit miffed that my dream about Seven of Nine covered in cookie dough had been so rudely interrupted. Um, yes. So anyway, apparently the dogs and 'rents heard it too, so dad called the cops while the dogs barked their heads off and mom went outside and pointed one of her (loaded) guns at them, which caused the "visitors" to panic and scatter off into the woods. This morning I chastised her for not spouting off a funny catchphrase in the process. Anyway, later, the cops drove through the neighborhood. Of course, everything after the dogs barking and dad calling the cops was told to me later that morning, 'cause I couldn't be arsed to even get out of bed at the time. I was way too dizzy and sore to move, and besides, they seemed to have it well in hand. All the same, I'm keeping Serpentsbane (my rapier) by my bed tonight, and I've memorized a few witty retorts should the need arise. I mean, I doubt it will, but hey, you never know.