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May. 4th, 2011 07:45 am( Русский язык )
Okay, at this point I really need a "verb: it's what you do" icon.
Doing push-ups is a tremendous high. It is also a tremendous pain in the muscles. Exactly which muscles hurt seems to switch out regularly between my abs and my arms, and either way, ow. On the other hand, I can do 4-5 sets of 5 push-ups, which is a damn sight more than I used to be able to do. I'm both impressed with myself and a little ... wondering, maybe. Apprehensive. One or the other.
The internet tells me it is Star Wars day, and May the Fourth be with me. That is a horrible pun and you all should feel horrible. Or amused. Or both.
Whatever moods of moroseness had a grip on me last night, along with an inexplicable case of the dizzies, it seems to have passed now. Possibly because whatever head-cold I had or am getting seems to be easing up. I would dearly love it if it would finish easing up all the way and I could finish expelling the approximate weight of my thinkmeats in snot. I'm fairly sure the human body generates at least its own weight in snot per year just from head colds alone. And now that I've had that decently gruesome thought, where does it all go? Never mind. I don't think I want to think on that any further. ... Does it evaporate into the air, what? No, never mind.
Blargh. Last push of packing for MD today. And then I might finally be able to relax, or sleep in, or something. Have more energy than just scrounging for food when I get home, I miss having energy. Unpacking will be easier as we can take more time about it. And, as always, hopefully there will be much less to unpack. That would be really nice.
Okay, at this point I really need a "verb: it's what you do" icon.
Doing push-ups is a tremendous high. It is also a tremendous pain in the muscles. Exactly which muscles hurt seems to switch out regularly between my abs and my arms, and either way, ow. On the other hand, I can do 4-5 sets of 5 push-ups, which is a damn sight more than I used to be able to do. I'm both impressed with myself and a little ... wondering, maybe. Apprehensive. One or the other.
The internet tells me it is Star Wars day, and May the Fourth be with me. That is a horrible pun and you all should feel horrible. Or amused. Or both.
Whatever moods of moroseness had a grip on me last night, along with an inexplicable case of the dizzies, it seems to have passed now. Possibly because whatever head-cold I had or am getting seems to be easing up. I would dearly love it if it would finish easing up all the way and I could finish expelling the approximate weight of my thinkmeats in snot. I'm fairly sure the human body generates at least its own weight in snot per year just from head colds alone. And now that I've had that decently gruesome thought, where does it all go? Never mind. I don't think I want to think on that any further. ... Does it evaporate into the air, what? No, never mind.
Blargh. Last push of packing for MD today. And then I might finally be able to relax, or sleep in, or something. Have more energy than just scrounging for food when I get home, I miss having energy. Unpacking will be easier as we can take more time about it. And, as always, hopefully there will be much less to unpack. That would be really nice.