I am Hairy Sweater Girl today.
I am also like 87 years old, as I am wearing a zip-up hooded long-sleeved sweater over a short-sleeved sweater. And the zip-up sweater is a total hair magnet. Luckily it’ll probably come off later, because it’s supposed to be warm today. But right now it isn’t.
So I’ve been really, really tense lately. When you touch my upper back it feels like a rock, and although I have more muscle in my upper back than most girls my age (from 10 years of flags), this is a combination of muscle and extreme tension.
Last night I was commenting on it and Ginny felt it and was like “whoa, I need to give you a back massage.” ‘Cause see, Ginny’s really really good at that. She can do the whole deep-tissue thing or whatever. She has strong hands.
So while she was rubbing out the knots in my shoulders last night she started to tell me that I needed to drink a lot of water when she was done because if I didn’t, then these toxins or something would get out and swim around and make me achy and bruisey, but if I drank water the toxins would go away. I don’t know if this is true or not but I drank a half a bottle of water, which was probably not enough, because I am in fact achy and bruisey this morning. But not quite so tense.
The toxins are eating my muscles.
Sammi got in my bed and farted on me this morning. Twice. If that’s not sisterly love I don’t know what is.
Oh!! I have an Actual Good Entry coming up later today, but before that –
Ginny and I want to enter this costume contest downtown tomorrow, and we need to come up with some kickass costumes that cost less than $15 to make. Help us!