You go to the cafeteria to make tea, and there are people standing everywhere you need to be, and your first thought is to wonder how many of them you could body check out of the way in a single run.
And my God, you know work coffee is bad when it doesn’t even smell good while it’s brewing. Blech.
And everything hurts. Exercise is supposed to be good for you, not make your cooter hurt, dammit! Stupid bike seats. It’s all Andrew’s fault. Stupid Andrew.
Okay, I’m done. For now.