Finally caught up on all my work, email, etc. that's piled up during the past few days of PC Swap Madness. Feels good to be done with that. Not only because I don't have to deal with it anymore, but the feeling of accomplishment is quite pleasant, as well.
I'm really tired, though. Been extra busy and out late pretty much every night, plus I've been pushing myself at the gym extra hard this week (might've picked the wrong week to start back in on the weights - ouch). I've been getting to bed early to try and make up for it, but it hasn't been enough; I'm still utterly exhausted every morning.
I really, really do not want to go play kickball right now. I do not have the energy, and after last game, it's lost any sense of fun or enjoyment it might've once held for me. Half-an-hour ago, the sky was black with clouds, and the wind was whipping the trees back and forth. Seemed certain that we were about to get hit with a major thunderstorm. Thought my prayers had been answered. Now the sky is clear and blue, the wind has died down, and there is no sign at all of that huge thunderstorm anywhere.
What the hell?!
I'm disappointed in you, Thor.
Ugh. Guess it's time to go suit up and humiliate myself for the evening. Oh, joy. Will me luck.
(Some skill wouldn't hurt, either.)
(Why couldn't we have had a softball team?? I can play softball! I can catch softballs, I can throw softballs, I can even fucking hit softballs! But, no, we had to play with a giant, red, bouncy ball, just so that I can go out there every Thursday night and feel like an eight year-old girl. Awesome.)
(And by "awesome," I mean, "completely fucking weak.")
(Ugh.)
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