Monday, June 26, 2006

I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow

I'm getting better at dangling. Much better. Today I finished a 5.5 climb and a 5.6 which, while not overly impressive, was quite the feat for me. I tried some 5.7's but I'm just too damn short to reach all of the holds. Stupid bad genetics. According to Jason, I rocketed up one wall. Me, rocketed! Exciting!

I've been busy at work. So busy and stressed that I'm grinding my teeth at night and now have to wear a super sexy mouth guard while sleeping. Well, I guess grinding my teeth is better than my body's other way of dealing with stress, puking every morning at 5 am. Remember that Mom? When you could set a clock by my stress puking? Ah, good times.

1 comment:

  1. The good old days....puking at 5:00 a.m. That's what kids are for.