it’s 9p.m. quitting time for this hard working girl. my back is killing me. “one more day, one more day” is my mantra. they’ll need great gobs of luck getting me to do anything too taxing tomorrow. let ’em sweat it themselves, maybe they’ll realize just how much i do. or not.

with the new size-smaller jeans i got today came a pair of sweatshorts. yeah, i generally detest sweat pants things with a passion i reserve only for worms and mushrooms. i got the sweatshorts for the yoga, because i just don’t like doing yoga in my underpants. usually, i spend too much time worrying about the underpants going into positions they weren’t mean to go in, than i do relaxing with the yoga, yaknow?

so now i have sweatshorts like i’m a real athelete or something. it’s sorta odd because generally i dislike sweating unless it’s accompanied by someone giving me orgasmic convulsions, yaknow?