A muffled sports announcer rambles from the ceiling. I'm racing the battery life of an Apple product for the third time today. I can feel the ghost of soreness as I sit still. My favorite kind of pain. A personal trophy.
I have a nice desk at work. The vice president of finance watches the news in his corner office everyday at 4:30. I hear gossip I don't understand but I know it's gossip because...you can tell they like the taste of it.
I catch my reflection on the street and despise my posture. I've craned my neck by whole life:
The desire to come eye to eye.
The beta's bow of deference.
The weight of a troubled mind.
I straighten up and suddenly feel stronger - but also more vulnerable and dishonest.
It just isn't where my body wants to be.
I have a nice desk at work. The vice president of finance watches the news in his corner office everyday at 4:30. I hear gossip I don't understand but I know it's gossip because...you can tell they like the taste of it.
I catch my reflection on the street and despise my posture. I've craned my neck by whole life:
The desire to come eye to eye.
The beta's bow of deference.
The weight of a troubled mind.
I straighten up and suddenly feel stronger - but also more vulnerable and dishonest.
It just isn't where my body wants to be.
Pasta in the cube
big gulps with a borrowed fork
and my toady hunch
big gulps with a borrowed fork
and my toady hunch
Today's Workout
Running: 0 miles
DAREBEE: Too sore
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