----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hated It I left the office last night shortly after 7:00 pm. I stopped at the grocery store where I wandered aimlessly through the aisles trying to sort through my brain so I could figure out what to buy to eat. Ryan was at a baseball game, so I was cooking for one. Finally, after a few minutes, I zeroed in on some pasta and all was well. I don�t know why all of that is important. It is just what I felt like typing. So adding to my woes is a bit of pain in my left knee. I�m not really sure why my knee is bothering me all of a sudden, but it is. My inner-hypochondriac quickly searched the web to find out why my knee sucks, and I am dismayed to discover that it might be my fat ass that�s causing the problem. I don�t know all the details but something about Q angles and hormones make women more susceptible to bad knees. Its my left knee that�s pissing me off. Fucker. I hate you, left knee. Rather than bitching about the things I hate individually right now, I will summarize the rest in a list: Left knee Okay, this could go on for days, and I need to leave so I can go play volleyball again. It looks like it is a nice day out there. I�m hoping that it isn�t humid. I�ll bet it is humid. Please, oh gods of weather � let it be a nice cool evening!!! Oh, and why �gyro belches� made me think of our president, I have no idea. And in response to Amanda�s guestbook query, Ryan has his eye on an Audi A4, only a couple of his co-workers bought them so now he�s thinking maybe something else. What a freak! Nonetheless, if I don�t encourage him, I don�t have a car payment. Sweet! 5:05 p.m. - June 16, 2005 |
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