Lifting things is never really the best. Sometimes it feels like a good bit of accomplishment, which I guess it did today, but it also seems to lead to shame and pain.
Today, I lifted a table and ripped open my pants, crotch to knee. I fixed the main part with judicious application of staples, but the duct tape I've been using to hold my crotch together is failing, and I fear I need to descend into a bathroom to try and fix it.
I'm aware that it won't work.
I should just go home, but I'd have to explain why, which would be even worse.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment