Achey Breaky

I hurt. All over. But especially my poor feet. I spent today doing chores and I got overzealous. Most of it did get done, so in return for a job well done, I'd like to exchange my feet. I figure housework can be considered exercise. So, good for me. Yo.

I am bringing my stuff to work tomorrow and will head to the gym once I get off again. I will ache all over tomorrow. It will definitely hurt everywhere. But I will go because I need to lose this weight I've put on. And though I only went twice last week (that coupled with house work), I did manage not to gain any more. Which, at this point, is a significant achievement.

One chore I didn't manage to do was laundry. It's all be washed, it just needs to be put away. For some reason, I hate that part. It's the washing that's the easy stuff. Maybe because I need a bigger closet. In any case, I will get that done in the next couple of days. Tomorrow if I'm limber enough. If not, then the day after. I seem to usually need a day of rest after a particularly vigorous day. Mainly because I'm lazy and my body needs to figure out what the heck I made it do.

That said, my body is going into shock. It's completely exhausted from all my hard work. And to ensure I sleep through the night (because my sleep schedule the last two days has been crap), I have taken something. So I'm off to sleep. Where hopefully I can get some hardcore winks and not dream.