Have I complained about my shoulder lately? It doesn’t really matter, just that it’s very slightly fucked up, the kind of very slight fucked upness that means that I keep injuring it a tiny bit so that it’s always kind of sore. But barely. Like on a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give it a .5. It mostly feels like I’ve been lifting something a little heavier than usual.
Today, the Butcher brought me Icy Hot and it is so glorious.I kind of just want to sit here and shudder in relief. Honestly, someone out there invented Icy Hot and that person is a genius.
In other news, I’m reading Rhian Ellis’s After Life and dying of jealousy on almost every page. How does this book exist and I’ve only heard of it just now?
Tiny Cat Pants 