Or what’s left of them, anyway.

Haints, yo. Haints.

Yesterday was a day of more discomfort on behalf of my shoulder. It had turned against me. Well, I can’t got for that.

And neither can they.

That’s why I’ve decided to call an emergency massage session. One focused specifically on my busted ass shoulder and the muscles being strained by its busted-assed-ness. Yeah. That’s a word. Read a friggin’ book.

But before the rub down can happen, I have to survive my morning workout. The Blacksmith advised me to buy a six-foot dowel rod so that I can do some shoulder flexibility exercises that he knows. I just envision him whacking me in the shoulder with it while I do wide-grip archer pushups.

“Weak shoulders do not exist in this dojo. Do they?”

(sobbing) “No…sensei…”

Either way, I decided it would be prudent to wear my TMNT shirt just in case. Donnie representin’.

Speaking of science nerds, check out this rad video I saw yesterday:

I want to make one of those contraptions. I really need to go back to school to get my degree in Science.

Not today, though. I need a massage first.

On that note, I’m off to get hit with a stick.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC