Jul 04, 2005 15:13
Whoa.
Had a like another fitness workout yesterday and I felt fine about it, true I was breathing like my Granny on twenty again, but I wasn’t sore or anything. I woke up this morning and it hurt to lean out of bed O_o The evils of underused muscles, they come back to haunt you…
Anyway I’ll quit my incessant whining (Pfft! It must just be an Ambrose thing), it is now 26 days to my birthday and 11 days till I’m back in the land of Scot. I can’t wait.
You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.
Name that song? ;p