exercise

I am working on a huge piece and my ass is numb. I can hear my editor across town twiddling her thumbs waiting, waiting, waiting for me to e-mail my copy whihc I promised to her today but cannot seem to let go of and send it off already.

But my body is aching from so much sitting and staring and so I decide to do some stretches with my big rubber band thing that is supposed to be good for me in some way. I can stretch whilst I read over my copy, I tell myself, ever so pleased that I am multitasking in such a productive manner.

I guess I didn't have the band as secure under my feet as I thought because just as I did a deep cleansing breath and drew my arms up toward my chin in a big stretch, the thing rolled up my foot, shot under my toes and unleashed a mighty stinging THWACK!!! to my face.

SHIT! Could it possibly have stung any more? I think not. I staggered out into the kitchen and downed three aspirins with a warm diet coke and made a feeble attempt at explaining my nosebleed to the guy in the boxers who was cooking mushrooms and garlic for dinner.

The only good thing is that I probably don't have to wear blush for a week because my cheeks are red, red, red. Angry red. Oh yeah, I'm a red hot siren tonight, baby.

That would be okay except that I have a big red spot that matches my cheeks on my chin and under my nose. Pretty.