September 6, 2011

falling out of the feather nest

dear feathers in the air again diary,

and just like that, there they are again- the feathers. i love my feather blanket- i just don't like the feathers. the truth of the matter is, i'm not missing my old burned up blanket anymore. i am over it. i am stretched out right now and mighty comfortable at the moment- i can feel all of my toes and my legs and my knees and everything. it still hurts up and down, i'm sore like i've been moving all the rides around at disneyland instead of riding all of the rides around. there is no reason for any human body to be this angry in protest of the daily activities of what the owner has done during the day. there is no excuse either and i am bound and determined to never let this happen to me again. if i want to eat like a pig that is fine. if i want to roll around and snort like a pig- that's fine too. but if i need to unpack a couple of boxes and wash a dish, by gawd, i caint be havin my legs turn into two tubes of shaking jello- man i am out of some serious shape. so. after i rest this week, and prolly half of next week, ima start thinking about people who exercise. because this sudden burst of effort damn near killed me.