im afraid to tuck my legs in and sit indian style or w.e cuz my muscles are so fucking tight they might just knot up and leave me crippled. i worked 24 of the last 72 hours washing dishes, putting away the dishes on a high shelf, carrying dry kegs out to the trash, and washing 60-lb kitchen mats. 150 bucks well earned. marching band started again. last year i hated it but im on snareline so im actually looking forward to it. has anyone started their indie novel? let me know there are others like me...
kicking in these windows...