Ever suddenly realize that all you dream of is the previous generation's standard of living?
Wah, wah, the economy; wah, wah, wish I'd known when I was 17; wah, wah, cost of living where all my friends are; wah, wah, negative net worth; wah, wah, some genius I turned out to be; wah, wah, why couldn't I like stupid computer games instead of stupid cars.
Okay, enough of that. *SLAP*
Back to work. Then a date with my Iron Therapist, followed by The Wasteland at Ceremony.
Mar. 28th, 2005
Here is another inertia-fighting
Mar. 28th, 2005 07:15 pmEdit: When I went for the second military press rep on the left, I heard the kettlebell say AAARRR HAR HAR HAR HAR. The "sets" (term applied loosely) went like this:
R: 1, 2. Good.
L: 1, ... ...BAIL.
R: 1, and that'll do.
L: 1, yes that's enough.
R: 1.
L: 1.
32 is a lot of kilograms.