Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

It is a dangerous thing to say to me, oh, just meet me at the bar after work, and then not meet me for over an hour after I left work. He’s not here yet and I’m lightly toasted.

My foot can kiss my ass; the plantar fasciitis is back. Seems the break from training last month was the trigger (going from lotsa activity to no activity is bad, kids, ‘mkay?). Ugh. So, back to the podiatrist next week, and lots of vitamin I in the meantime.

In other news™, there must be something in the air this week because I keep seeing blog posts about how horny everyone is (I’ve found myself using my “naughty” icon a lot on LJ to leave comments). And can’t say that I’m immune to whatever it is, either. Friday can’t come soon enough.