Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Something feels a bit off...

Despite the odds, I met up with a friend and ran on Monday night. I spent the entire three miles burping up burger and blocking brunch from blasting out my bottom. At least I was entertainment for my running mate.

I also ran last night. Both times my right hip felt really uncomfortable. Still. It’s not painful per se, just very tight and achy. Now I may know why. Is it because I’ve been having loads of crazy acrobatic circus sex lately? Sadly, no. Instead it appears it’s because of work.

Yes, you read that right. Work is killing me.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been working longer hours at the department—coming in early, leaving late and even working on weekends. Both days. (Editor’s note: Dedication, I has it.) Most days I even eat at my desk—often lunches composed of cheap sushi, carrot sticks and non-anal leakage inducing Pringles supplemented by copious amounts of chocolate and baked goods. (Editor’s note: Balanced diet, I don’t has it.)

My desk is situated right next to the windows. Lucky me. Unluckily, since this is an older building, there is a pronounced slant in the floor from the exterior wall moving inwards. I managed not to notice this until my office mate who sits directly opposite me mentioned that her left hip was bothering her. The extra dedication to our dissertations recently is causing us to sit for longer periods of times with our hips out of proper alignment. No wonder I’ve felt like a broken geriatric lately.

Which leads me to ask the all-important question: can I get workman’s comp for this shit even though this is not a paid job?

Now I’ve moved over to the desk next to me which is on a more level floor surface. The occupier of that desk is away for another month doing research so he won’t mind. Hopefully. Fingers crossed that this does the trick and my hip feels back to normal soon. Or whatever tends to pass for normal for me anyway.

All right, that’s it for me today. Have a happy hump day, everyone. Catch up with you when I can.

Later gators.

15 comments:

Jamoosh said...

What the heck are you eating for brunch?!?

Count of Monte Christo said...

It's a good thing it is your work. This way, you can continue having the loads of crazy acrobatic circus sex - which doesn't appear to be the cause ;-D.

Hope the hip feels better soon.

Have a great day

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Congratulations. You manage to make anal activity sound unsexy in this post.

YOU'RE WORSE THAN HITLER AND TEH LOOSE MOOSE!1!

No, sorry Xenia! I didn't mean that! You're not worse than Teh Loose Moose.

And if crazy acrobatic circus sex (and I'm hoping here that "circus sex" means sex with teh elephants not THOSE CREEPY CLOWNS!1!) isn't the cause, maybe it could be the cure.

I'd link to elephant porn here, but I don't like to share.

Theresa said...

Broccoli. You were eating broccoli, weren't you? I've had to really watch my broccoli consumption when I think I'm going to be running for this very reason.

No crazy acrobatic circus sex? Darn.

And way to go on the dedication! Although yes in deed, getting a Ph.D. ages one way before one's time, so the geriatric hips are not really a surprise.

Jamie said...

I hope the desk move does the trick you dedicated worker you! If not maybe some crazy acrobatic circus sex will get you back in alingment? Just a thought...

Roisin said...

Oooo...that really sucks about your desk! I can't believe you caught it though. Good thing, I guess. Can you stuff things under your chair, or do something to adjust the seat?

Or, you know, maybe crazy acrobatic sex will help? I'm just sayin'

Carolina John said...

and here i just thought you were actually a broken geriatric. imagine my dissapointment?

Viper said...

I have a better fix. Stop working.

X-Country2 said...

I'm with Viper on this one. Your health is way more important.

MCM Mama said...

Hope the desk move helps. If not, you definitely need to stop working. ;o)

Keith said...

Hmmm. I'd have swapped the desk the other way till things balanced out, then moved it half way back. That should be good. Then have crazy acrobatic circus sex on it.

Nitmos said...

That was some crazy sweet alliteration of 'b' in that first sentence. I re-read it three times just to let it wash over me.

theloosemoose said...

I, too, enjoyed the alliteration in that first paragraph.
What I did NOT, enjoy, however, was Teh Glaven's commment. Damn, Glaven. I'm hurt. Seriously wounded, man...because why WON'T you share your sweet elephant porn with us? You're clearly just being selfish. So now I'll NEVER hook you up with Hippie Anne, and you'll never know the wonder of dirty, hippie love. HA! Take that!!!

Marcy said...

I don't have a balanced diet either. But I can always tell when it's really bad when I get pebble poop (I know you REALLY wanted to know that LMAO). For whatever reason I always think it's ok to air my most disgusting thoughts on your blog?!? I'm so sorry chica. I should probably do this over at G's LOL

joyRuN said...

I spent the entire three miles burping up burger and blocking brunch from blasting out my bottom.

It's a Pulitzer-worthy sentence. Where do I go to nominate??