ohhh my aching head

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which should imply what happened to me last night.

see i had a huge lunch yesterday and then not really any dinner (pretzels and dark chocolate holla!) and I cleaned a house and taught a couple of privates and then I decided to go climbing. i won't mention that I was too tired and sore to be there because of a combination of 5 laps (round trip, up AND down) at the end of the night monday and the goddess' torture class on saturday which opened up a new space in my spine.

one i suspect has never moved or at least hasn't moved since my accident. i mean it fucking hurt to let that spot open up you guys like i can't even put into words. still on monday i went climbing anyway because i was so sore and i figured why not? maybe i can stretch some stuff out.

yeah no.

so tuesday i was kinda wimpy in all of my classes and i didn't really do anything. and then i got stood up by a client! and it's extra insulting this one is because i knew him. (how funny is this... doctor refers me a guy that i had a massive crush on when we were in air cadets together... and tells me the guy is still hot!) but we figured it out, we caught up, we did the gossip about people i used to know thing and then buddy doesn't show. that's like EXTRA rude. especially because i didn't have dinner at my cousin's house because of him. (they're too busy anyway but still...)

so wimpy tuesday. followed by wimpy wednesday because i don't have to exercise when i teach privates, i just have to demonstrate sometimes and by last night i'm even more sore than i was on monday and i can't even get my freaking hamstrings to stretch. (and yes, when i'm warm i can touch my head to the floor between my knees without bending them... yes i'm that flexible... yes it's just wrong that i'm not having sex with someone and playing bedroom games with that flexibility... yes murph that was just for you.) So i figured that going climbing would actually help.

I promised myself that i would be gentle and not do too much and i mostly stuck to that. First I went and did some light pilates under the lead climbing walls [shut up I was not JUST there to look at the eye candy]{okay a little} and then i did traverses... but i forced myself to go really slowly and to try moving from my hip instead of my shoulder. And i forced myself not to use the same old same old holds and moves.

So I fell off a lot and worked pretty hard. And then I went over and worked a problem that's been kicking my butt for a couple of weeks... and then i had a very nice conversation with a very nice man which may have included some electricity. Hard to say, I'm notorious for getting that wrong...

So then... yeah... i called up othercat and said 'i don't want coffee I want beer' and he said "okay" and then foolish us had FOUR pints in two hours. And not enough water. Hell I even ordered food you guys and still... *shaking head*

I was fucking hammered off my ever loving ass on FOUR pints of beer. That's practically non italian or something. They're going to drum me out of the italian union if they hear about this. Seriously my dad will disown me and there will be full on rioting in the streets.

four pints... damm.

and i crashed too, i had to kick othercat out and pour my shot back in the bottle because i was too drunk to smell it let alone drink it.

so i slept until NOON today and drank a ton of water and still, still i have a headache. that's just uncalled for. and also explains why this is not one of my deep and insightful posts... and why there is no thought to provoke.

my brain is on strike. it wants pot and it wants water and it's thinking it may be willing to eat in an hour or so. maybe.

damm you guys my aching head!