or, in my case today - mostly Whining.
I'm going a little bat-shiz crazy. Stuck in this house. Mostly to my bed. Trying to keep ice high up on my leg (translate groin) and/or keeping it still. I'm bored of this now. I thought I would try just walking around the house a little more today. Mistake. Will go see the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Hoping for some miraculous answer or treatment.
I miss the gym. I miss my friends at the gym. I miss the endorphin high I got every day. Hello, my name is M-Cat, and I'm an addict. (Hello, M-Cat)
Nancy Pelosi looks like a withered grape to me. I don't like raisins all that much.
I do however like Skittles, and Milk Duds, and Ding Dong's, and chips and salsa, and Cafe Rio, and pasta, and pizza. I think I shall now just pretend I am watching BaWack -O with a a couple of slices of pizza behind him. Without cheese. Cheese is gross.
My dogs are scruffy and need to be groomed again. Reminds me, I need to email Abraxas Kennels and give a shout out to Kim who alerted me to get Freakshow checked ASAP.
Are those pieces of pizza gonna keep standing up all night? That's gonna get old.
I am sad summer is over. I live for summer. I live for the wicked hot sun beating into my very bones. The best sensation ever is getting into a hot car. For reals. I can't wait for March and Cancun.
Oh for hell's sake, they are standing again!! Sit down pizza slices, sit down!
Speaking of Cancun, did you see the highjacking that took place on AeroMexico? I guess that blows my plans of muling in some drugs for the Bolivians. I have, however, paid my way into Mexico. For reals. Didn't have the correct paperwork. A gentleman kindly accepted Splenda's 20 dollar "tip".
I'm still loving my eyes. It was the best thing I ever, ever did. Sometimes I still have to adjust from close up to far away, but no biggie. Worth every dang dime from Splenda's wallet.
I've decided that those white shirts on the slices of pizza remind me of cheese. I hate cheese. And slices of pizza that stand up every frickin two seconds.