It truly sounds as though elephants are rampaging above my apartment. Now, knowing my fondness for the gentle giants under other circumstances I would be all like, “YEAH!” but these are not elephants. Nor are they magical unicorns prancing around with David Bowie circa The Labyrinth. So instead I’m all like, “NO!” These are loud people. Disturbing the peace loud people. Sigh. I can’t even begin to imagine what all that noise means. Well, I could probably imagine. I could write a mystery short story about these people, but I won’t. No particular reason. *shrug*
I just worked out for the first time in about a million years. Absolutely nearly died. My body was screaming “WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME??? ARE YOU INSANE???” And I kept on chugging along, rolls a jiggling, sweat a drip drip dripping and my breath shoving out in bursts. However, I was persistent. I have a goal to meet, and I plan to see it through. Never mind the big southern breakfast my Nana made for me this morning. Shhh… the diet doesn’t have to know.
God, I love the Big Bang Theory. Ahhh… there is happiness in the world.