Good Lord, why must Mondays sucketh so badly?
My orthopedic appointment is tomorrow.
My knees aren't that bad. Really. I can bear them.
Why am I not surprised that when my appointment draws near my knees get better?
Yeah, cuz I'm just that fucking lucky.
I had a little bit of a scare on Thursday. I was told I was next on The List to move if I wanted to. Since I've been focusing on my knees and my new additional duty lately, I'd forgotten to keep looking for a place. I pansie'd out and removed my name from The List. No worries, I'll still be moving out in June.
I'm waiting for my iron to warm up.
I'm watching my favorite news show while I'm waiting. (Good Day Sacramento). It's the bee's knees.
Do bees have knees?
I should be on my way to work already.
Seriously, I should.
M'k, I'm goin.
2 comments:
No, bees don't have knees. But I heard they wear shoes.
Well, are they cute shoes?
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