Ah, the memorial day weekend. A veritable slap-dash blur of free-flowing booze, junky yummy food, a skillion cigarettes, very little sleep, and a haze of memories as one day blended into the next. Not part of my weekend? Why, anything productive, on my to-do list, or involving physical exercise. Unless you count skinny-dipping as exercise. And actually, as a matter of fact, I DO!
My boss is out this week, and I am being surprisingly productive. It feels good. What does not feel good is the sore thigh muscle I have after I BRILLIANTLY played softball yesterday without stretching out AT ALL. Smart. I feel effing old.
Okay, I'm going to go work out. It's the least I can do.
First, though, I have to finish my cheese nips.
Help me.
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