Thursday, March 20, 2008
Like a baseball glove
Damn. I am really, really sore. I definitely worked out. I keep finding myself sitting down and rubbing my aching muscles for sometimes up to ten minutes. I tend to make a lot of moaning sounds which, through walls, could no doubt be misinterpreted as sexual gratification. But it feels fucking amazing. I am pretty sure, anyway. Sometimes I think it might be a painful sensation. If it is, it hurts so good. Sort of a pain/pleasure melding into one, Hellraiser kind of scenario.
I know that if one works out for long enough the soreness will eventually decrease and subside. This saddens me. My newly discovered bliss will inevitably diminish into actual muscle mass.
All I want right now is a massage. Right on the ribs under my arms. Every time cousin Tony on the Sopranos mentions massage therapy it makes me want it that much more. Somebody with hands get over here. I'll give recompense with biscuits.
Ravi struck at 18:32
