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A few weeks ago I couldn't sleep much at all and I looked terrible. Aly, for some reason now lost to the mists of time, dared me to see if I could do some exercises she does because I was in physical therapy. I think she was trying to tire me out so I could sleep. Either way...when testing my flexibility I was dismayed to find out that I am not as flexible as I once was. But I suppose having ones bones all broken will do that.
Jeans are not appropriate work out attire, but it was a spur of the moment thing.
Trying to touch the wall. Look how hard I am concentrating. I am so charming.
Ahem. Yes.
It did not end well. (it's just sparkling cider!)Those are certainly NOT cigarettes...
And the next day. Still out of it. Fantastic, yes?
Jeans are not appropriate work out attire, but it was a spur of the moment thing.
Trying to touch the wall. Look how hard I am concentrating. I am so charming.
Ahem. Yes.
It did not end well. (it's just sparkling cider!)
And the next day. Still out of it. Fantastic, yes?
