Not An Acceptable Day
Jan. 19th, 2009 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exhilarationI had big plans for today.
Instead, I am kind of wedged between my futon and my couch - so I'm sitting on the futon with my feet up on the arm of the couch. This is different from laying on the couch with my feet up on the arm, and this is different from sitting back on the futon with my feet on the ground, and this is different than sitting back on the arm of the couch with my feet in front of me.
My feet are up because they're swelling.
I'm sitting up because my back is fucking hurting like hell.
I just want to be still but I keep jerking around instead. It sucks.
I hate my body.
Instead, I am kind of wedged between my futon and my couch - so I'm sitting on the futon with my feet up on the arm of the couch. This is different from laying on the couch with my feet up on the arm, and this is different from sitting back on the futon with my feet on the ground, and this is different than sitting back on the arm of the couch with my feet in front of me.
My feet are up because they're swelling.
I'm sitting up because my back is fucking hurting like hell.
I just want to be still but I keep jerking around instead. It sucks.
I hate my body.
