Pains in my butt

My butt hurts. Sorry for the lack of TMI heads up, but I'm more into whining than warning right now. Don't let anybody ever try to tell you that swimming isn't good for the glutes. My whole body is sore, actually. I guess this is what I get for skipping the gym four days in a row. Although the butt thing could also partly be because I haven't gotten out of my chair for at least two hours...

I've been spending most of those two hours moving old posts from my fiction blog to my new fiction Livejournal. I would explain here, but I'm already planning to explain at both of those other places, and I'm too sleepy and sore to explain it all a third time. Yes, sore butt does in fact make it difficult to type. Hush.

Tonight I'm meeting Tess for dinner and then we're going to see RENT. This has always been one of my favorite musicals, and I've only seen it once before (not counting the movie), so I'm not sure why I'm not really that excited about it. I think I might have outgrown the whole celebrating rebelliousness and individuality and diversity message of the show. Not that there's anything wrong with any of those things, but I've reached a point in my life where I'm pretty comfortable embracing my homogeneous middle class mediocrity. I'm not sure how many years ago I saw the show last, but I'm pretty sure I was still in my twenties. At twenty-something, the bohemian lifestyle is a lot more attractive and romantic than it is at (not quite yet) thirty-five. Now it's more like, "Stop whining and get a day job! Grow up and take some responsibility for your life! Get off my lawn!"

But still, the music is awesome. I'm sure I'll be more psyched about it once I get there. I'm also sure it has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I haven't slept properly in days, thank you so much Daylight Savings Time.