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oh, my aching glute!
Jul. 19th, 2001 02:12 amAs mentioned before in this very journal, I am an admitted Gross Disgusting Person. Very messy. I subscribe to the "let things fall where they may" housecleaning philosophy, meaning that I let things stay where they fall until such time as I deem it prudent to retrieve them. For example, a dropped M & M will be retrieved within moments (especially if the Five Second Rule is in play, meaning, if there are people around who would be grossed out if I waited any longer), but a sock could remain unmoved for days. Perhaps weeks.
I have this iron bar-ish headboard thing on my bed, through which many an item has fallen -- books, magazines, items of clothing. Because of my housecleaning philosophy, stuff stays there forever. I don't mind because, as stated before, i am a Gross Disgusting Person. But one of the parental units made the mistake of glancing back there at some point about a month and a half ago, and was appalled. My bed was pulled away from the wall in an attempt to get me to clean it -- which I did in an uncharasteristic bout of motivation a few weeks ago.
The bed, though, remained unmoved because of my truly amazing lack of upper body strength -- I cannot move it. I can't believe someone living in this house moved it! It seems a superhuman feat. Therefore it has stayed there, making my entire room look vaguely odd. I have considered telling people visiting our house that it's Feng Shui, but I don't know that they'd buy it. Anyway, my nightstand is now about a foot and a half off-line so that I have to awkwardly reach over my head and lean to hit the snooze button. Annoying, but not so much that it would actually get me to *do* something.
This morning my alarm goes off and I carry out my roll-over-half-asleep-and-slap-the-snooze maneuver, one I have perfected after many years of practice. Unfortunately, this morning the extra eighteen inches I needed to reach to hit the snooze alarm created extra momentum I hadn't factored into the equation, momentum which sent me flying off the bed. Okay, more like flailing off the bed. The point is: I fell. Landed on my left elbow, which kind of jammed my shoulder, but that's not feeling too bad now. What does hurt is my left buttock because I, in turning to hit the snooze, tangled up my sheets and therefore ended up lying at a forty-five degree angle for an extended period of time, my feet trapped up on the bed in my sheets and the rest of me down on the floor next to my laundry (which I did do today!). I was still kind of half asleep when it happened, so it took me a while to untangle. Now my butt hurts! To be more specific, my left buttock area! And I can't even whine about being sore to people because they'd be all, "Oh, did you work out?" and I'd have to say, "No, I actually fell off of my bed this morning and got stuck. Actually, it took some wrangling to get back on the bed -- do you think that counts?"
Anyway. Other than that, day was good. Laundry got done, work was good, attempted to play tennis but was prevented from doing so because the courts at our local park were all taken up. The people were actually quite good, and it was almost a relief not to have to play in front of them because (a) I suck, and (b) We had ghetto tennis stuff. My Dad had our normal tennis stuff in his car and we were left with whatever we could dig out of our garage, namely a Dunlop kids racket I remember playing with around 1988, another one from the late '70s, and four ratty old balls that had left their bright neon yellowy-green days far in the past.
Oh, and the Mets won. And Joe Mc Ewing was great! I have this huge crush on him, it's very embarrassing. I am blown away by my patheticness.
This entry is far too long. Must go before I find something else to ramble about!
I have this iron bar-ish headboard thing on my bed, through which many an item has fallen -- books, magazines, items of clothing. Because of my housecleaning philosophy, stuff stays there forever. I don't mind because, as stated before, i am a Gross Disgusting Person. But one of the parental units made the mistake of glancing back there at some point about a month and a half ago, and was appalled. My bed was pulled away from the wall in an attempt to get me to clean it -- which I did in an uncharasteristic bout of motivation a few weeks ago.
The bed, though, remained unmoved because of my truly amazing lack of upper body strength -- I cannot move it. I can't believe someone living in this house moved it! It seems a superhuman feat. Therefore it has stayed there, making my entire room look vaguely odd. I have considered telling people visiting our house that it's Feng Shui, but I don't know that they'd buy it. Anyway, my nightstand is now about a foot and a half off-line so that I have to awkwardly reach over my head and lean to hit the snooze button. Annoying, but not so much that it would actually get me to *do* something.
This morning my alarm goes off and I carry out my roll-over-half-asleep-and-slap-the-snooze maneuver, one I have perfected after many years of practice. Unfortunately, this morning the extra eighteen inches I needed to reach to hit the snooze alarm created extra momentum I hadn't factored into the equation, momentum which sent me flying off the bed. Okay, more like flailing off the bed. The point is: I fell. Landed on my left elbow, which kind of jammed my shoulder, but that's not feeling too bad now. What does hurt is my left buttock because I, in turning to hit the snooze, tangled up my sheets and therefore ended up lying at a forty-five degree angle for an extended period of time, my feet trapped up on the bed in my sheets and the rest of me down on the floor next to my laundry (which I did do today!). I was still kind of half asleep when it happened, so it took me a while to untangle. Now my butt hurts! To be more specific, my left buttock area! And I can't even whine about being sore to people because they'd be all, "Oh, did you work out?" and I'd have to say, "No, I actually fell off of my bed this morning and got stuck. Actually, it took some wrangling to get back on the bed -- do you think that counts?"
Anyway. Other than that, day was good. Laundry got done, work was good, attempted to play tennis but was prevented from doing so because the courts at our local park were all taken up. The people were actually quite good, and it was almost a relief not to have to play in front of them because (a) I suck, and (b) We had ghetto tennis stuff. My Dad had our normal tennis stuff in his car and we were left with whatever we could dig out of our garage, namely a Dunlop kids racket I remember playing with around 1988, another one from the late '70s, and four ratty old balls that had left their bright neon yellowy-green days far in the past.
Oh, and the Mets won. And Joe Mc Ewing was great! I have this huge crush on him, it's very embarrassing. I am blown away by my patheticness.
This entry is far too long. Must go before I find something else to ramble about!
