I had to fall asleep with an ice pack on my groin last night. I'm a bit better off today, but it still feels like I have the worst cyst in the history of malfunctioning girlie bits. But it isn't a cyst, oh no. I had to go and over exert myself while practicing a pilates move two nights ago and fuck up a tendon.
Now it is nothing but cold and pain.
Why do I always have to learn things the hard way?
Now I have to go and stick my favorite fork in a wall socket and then go for a jog while closely examining the intricacies of sharpened stainless steel fashioned into two interconnected pieces joined at a single pivot point.