It's a softball kinda day.

I've got my fourth softball game of the YMCA season today, and I'm hoping that having Memorial Day weekend off was enough for my legs to repair themselves since I injured both quadriceps muscles in both legs the first game.

I haven't minded that much, really. It's nice to be able to limp around and tell everyone I know, "No big deal. Pulled my quads. Might be torn, really, but I'll be alright," even though it is in fact a huge deal because I can't get in and out of my car without crying. Luckily it only hurts if I try to run and after that only for 48 hours or so.

But I think a week off might be just what I needed to strengthen them up and get back into the horribly-out-of-shape condition my team has come to expect. Deep deep deep deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep right field will be covered guys!


Workin' Man

So I got a job.

I started Monday, and since it's severely bitten me on the ass before I won't get into the who and the where, but it's a worldwide company and I'm doing sales for them.

It's not my ideal gig, but it's a gig, and that's more than I've been able to come up with for the last 350 days, so I'm cool with it. The only bummer is the drive: it's over an hour EACH way.

Other than that, I found an improv company in St. Louis and I've been spending a couple nights a week there. It's a nice outlet for stress and it's great to get to do what I love once or twice a week.

So all in all, not too shabby.