Damn it. February 1st.

Another new month, another random ass injury. Imbued with the whole healthier-in-the-new-year spirit, I took myself to the gym on Monday and promptly proceeded to overdue it with the weenie weights, pulling a muscle in my arm. Granted, I broke my left elbow over the summer and the likelihood is that the muscles in that arm never really quite recovered properly (you know, back to their old girl-Herculean strength??? Sheesh.), therefore increasing my chance of injury whilst attempting silly things like curls and raises. Really, it's more a pain in the ass than anything else... so now I am grouchy and smell like tiger balm. Amazingly, my cat doesn't mind the slightly medicinal cinnamon smell and consented to put all 20 pounds of himself on my joint earlier, creating a surprising effective heating pad/gentle weight combo to stretch things out. Don't tell me I'm not resourceful.

Sadly, this makeshift feline physical therapy session occurred during an indulgent midday viewing of Terminator 2 (indulgent because I was blatantly procrastinating a full seven feet away from my home office during the peak of the business day... not because of the wanky film in question), at some point during which Ahnold says, "Humans... it's in your nature to destroy yourselves." I looked at the cat, who looked unblinkingly back at me, and sighed. There is some truth in that. I'm destroying myself piece by piece, either at the gym or at home eating pizza for lunch. Ack. Screwed. We're all screwed.

What a cheerful start to the New Year. Woo!