Monday, monday, monday
And the title says it all. Leftover bits of muscle matter are apparently not numb enough from the weekend's exertions, since they've chosen to twinge in the most irritating manner - long, drawn-out recovery ahead. Am very tempted to just whack at them tonight and hope something snaps and dies... then again, that would *really* hurt, so.
Speaking of getting whacked, the mother-of-all bruises is parked on a friend's upper arm after archery on Saturday. It's not quite showing a full spectrum of colours at the moment, just reddish-brownish and occupying a fair patch.
It's a long slowish day though. Just waiting for this to move through... more stuff to mark and more stuff to go through, handiplasts and blood spatter everywhere.
Need a drink about now.
Speaking of getting whacked, the mother-of-all bruises is parked on a friend's upper arm after archery on Saturday. It's not quite showing a full spectrum of colours at the moment, just reddish-brownish and occupying a fair patch.
It's a long slowish day though. Just waiting for this to move through... more stuff to mark and more stuff to go through, handiplasts and blood spatter everywhere.
Need a drink about now.