month week over yet?
I think I’m usually a pretty resilient person, but I’m (really!) ready for some good news.
can’t make it go away pain flare-up? Check!
Poor Paul Newman! My eyes might have begun leaking on him this week.
I couldn’t seem to make them stop once they started.
He’s very calm in a crisis.
(At least when it’s MY crisis?)
I’d be embarrassed about my leaking eyes, but the man regularly pops my arm on and off of my body.
Who can be embarrassed by *just* leaking eyes?
Weeble wobble legs (SO painful) as a result of my personal training session/s? Check!
This would be funny if I could actually get my legs to go up or down stairs.
Or if I could sit on a toilet.
Honestly, I can’t even pee straight right now.
Baby Face got a little carried away this week.
I worked out with him twice this week instead of once.
Work outs are SO much harder with him vs. when I work out on my own.
There really isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hurt.
It even hurts to breathe.
I seriously considered using the elevator at the gym yesterday.
Who does that?
(I slowly limped my way up the stairs instead, but it was a close call.)
Exercise is good for me, right?
Lost terabytes of irreplaceable photo data? Check!
Let’s be honest, this is the biggest downer of the whole
decade year thing.
If this hadn’t happened, I’d be dealing with everything else in much better spirits.
What about all the people who never back-up their data?
Couldn’t this have happened to THEM?
I always back up my data …
And the one time I don’t???
Life is SO not fair!
Poverty-inducing bill to recover lost data? Check!
I should be in the data recovery field.
Well, except for the fact I know nothing about data recovery.
Data recovery people have to be the richest people on earth.
Data recovery bills are staggering.
Data recovery specialists know everyone’s secrets.
(Just think of the potential blackmail material they must have access to!)
How many photos do I need to sell just to pay the bill to recover my photos?
Lost Internet connection FIVE times while trying to write a post? Check!
Have I mentioned this doesn’t seem to be my week?
I think I’ll quit while I have Internet access long enough to push “publish.”
I promise to write about *happy things* tomorrow.
In the meantime,
Let’s have a bitch-fest.
Feel free to gripe about your day/week/month in the comments section today.
It will make me feel better.
Misery loves company ….