If you read yesterday’s entry (which obviously you did), you would know that yesterday I completed two moves. Loaded and unloaded once, then immediately after that with my old apartment to my new place living with my girlfriend. Today my body is angry at all the lifting I did yesterday.
I may not be in the best of shape, but I’m not in the worst shape either. I feel like I’m in decent shape, but still today I’ve been walking around and carrying groceries, and I look like Woody from Toy Story when I lift anything. My body is upset at the lifting, so it’s decided to throw a little tantrum and make me walk around like a marionette from Thunderbirds. Seriously, even lifting my arms up to my laptop to type is taking far much more effort than it should.
This isn’t even an entry so much as a glorified status update or tweet. I’ve been stretching a bit today. But then I also saw The Doctor. Okay fine, I watched three episodes of Doctor Who. I’m still sore, but at least I’m entertained.
Regret level: Zero.