I hate it when you hear a mysterious crack coming from somewhere in your body. It doesn't hurt, it's just...unsettling. Right now I was just stretching my wrist out and it was a loud and odd noise that I do not like.
In other news, today is forever long. I was plugging along, mowing through work left and right, mentally preparing to get the heck out of here. And it was only 1:30. Ouch.
Tonight we pick up a new water heater, go see
The Nines at 7, then, I don't know. Hit the town. Somewhere or other.
That's what's up with me; what's up with you?