I seem to have acquired a mild sprain of my,.... wait for it.... left middle finger.
The cause, I suspect, was an exercise last night with one of my trainer's patented goofy inverse grips (hold the left of the bar palm-up, the other end palm-down, press for 10, then switch), but then maybe I just spent more time than usual today flipping people off. I haven't lacked for subject matter- at work, anyway.
I figure I'll just take two aspirin and call someone a mofo in the morning.
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Emily had a job interview late this morning. I'd cross my fingers, but, you know,....
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Has there ever been a conclusion to NHL
and NBA playoffs where both sets of games ended, two nights apart, and absolutely nobody was talking about who actually WON?
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How I got the other news of the day today: a headline reading WEINER IS OUT. I swear, once this guy's run of bad luck finishes, we're going to have to bail out the suddenly depressed stand-up comedy industry.
Or, as a local restaurant famed for
pain de politician just put it:
