Feeling the Burn

Did I say I was going to hurt tomorrow?

Or did I say I feel like an eighty year old grandmother who is barely mobile?

If I did in fact say anything, I should promptly be ignored and then reminded that I have absolutely no business thinking I'm Wonder Woman. Unless Wonder Woman needs a dye job, a new job, a man in her life who isn't a complete and total schmuck, a child who listens on a daily basis, and an ass that isn't currently the size of Texas.

That being said, I actually have plans for tonight. (Will wonders never cease?) And must actually motivate myself to move... Or at least crawl my way into the shower.