I'm in a better mental state today. Ohm and all that shit. Do not ever disparage the recuperative powers of sour cream and cheddar ruffles, Brooklyn lager and a ham sandwich. (side note: I've been spelling 'sandwich' as 'sandwhich' until right now. Thank you google spellcheck! Haha, it highlights, 'google' as being spelled wrong. Oh, it wants me to capitalize it. Fascists.) Work remains busy but, eh, I'm doing what I want and, thankfully, its all stuff that needs doing.

I attempted to go rock climbing today with the British Roommate. I kinda succeeded. I was expecting to do the traditional get a harness, a rope and go up thing, but they were awfully busy. Instead we went bouldering. This means we went up the wall between .5 inches and 2 feet then went sideways. This is way more fun then expected.

Except for when my right forearm exploded. That was less then fun. I thought I had gotten a bruise from holding on too tight. No impact, just internals exploding. The odd red/purple 3 inch wide circle went away after a few minutes.

Hint to the group: after sustaining a muscle injury in the forearm of the arm where you have had repeated wrist ligament and tendon injuries do not attempt to do chin ups. That is less then intelligent.

I'm gonna get better at that wall climbing thing. And my forearms will be made of solid steel. Its gonna rule.

Streetlight Manifesto tomorrow. I am stupidly amazingly excited. I haven't been to a ska show since, uh... jesus. no idea. I guess some random huge thing? I need to get out more.

Labels: beer, bouldering, personal injury

- posted by Pat @ 12:21 AM