Open Up Your Heart.

I am ridiculously sore. Did an intense workout around 6pm yesterday, immediately followed by dinner and a power hour (that's a shot of beer every minute for an hour). At about 10:30 the crew and I bounced on over to grooveline for the Boys Howdy concert, which of course was amazing. I screamed "ADAM SUCKS! TAKE IT OFF!" and he took off his shirt and threw it at me. I would have kept it and worn it as a diaper every day for forever, but Maribel tore it from my grip.

I wonder if I should have been more drunk, because, unlike their last concert, there were moments where I became self-conscious about being the rowdiest, headbanging, mosh-pitting fool in the crowd. I kind of wonder what I looked like, jumping up and down, flailing my limbs and head and then pausing for a moment to look around to see what everyone else was doing. How embarrassing. 95% of getting away with looking ridiculous is confidence, having that waver is social suicide. SUICIDE.

Anyway, this basically means that my entire body is one large reservoir of lactic acid. I could hardly move my neck when I woke up. And moving from a prone position to standing... ooph (ha, bet you can't name that movie quote).

I also tend to make old man noises whenever I'm sore and have to move. You know, like a drawn out groan as if changing positions is taking a significant amount of the remaining energy you have for the rest of your life. I started doing it so often that it became unconscious, and I've definitely been doing it by accident in class or other inappropriate places lately. Pretty soon I bet I'll just start making random hacking-coughing noises and ripping farts while remaining slouched and completely motionless.