That's pretty much how my right arm feels after beating people up in Bleach - Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Hanataro, Ichigo, Ishida. Then ♥Trex saw just how much fun I was having and decided to join in. Of which, I trashed him good. Forget finesse, it was all out arm-whacking/hacking/slashing.

Now I'm in pain and am super glad that the weekend is a couple (alright, many many many) hours away. Rest, relaxation and everything else. Today I'm supposed to get a pair of black/grey skinnies.

Oh god. My arm hurts like a bitch. Sat down to 'brainstorm' copy for an article in a magazine and came across shots of MOS. You know a particular room with cushy white seats and all? The first thing that came to mind was that. So yes, with that in mind, I'm tempted to drag unsuspecting fools to club and drink and party and have fun. The only sad thing is that, no one quite fits that demograph. Hence my life sucks.

Back to work. Fucking sleepy. Need coffee, not enjoying this the least bit. I get more attention from a piranha than I would from anyone else.

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