Enough to make anything I write come out sounding depressed and bitter and sad. And bitchy. So I’m going to hold off for the time being. I’ll be better soon. I’m sure.
Oh, but I will tell you I busted my ass today in the parking lot at work. Not sure what happened exactly, but I essentially fell over sideways, lost my shoe, and my purse, landed on the ground, and actually went all the way onto my back. Scraped my left hand (asphalt burn, but no abrasion), and my right foot (the one that lost the shoe) still hurts. I think I hit it on the ground, or scraped it, or something – I thought for sure I had torn the sock and my skin. But I didn’t.
And, yes, of course, it was my right foot. Right knee, right hip, right foot…What the fuck next? Evidently the universe does not want me to exercise, which of course means it also wants me to weigh 200 pounds.
And there I go. Depressed, bitter, sad.