The Sunday Hangover

Warren Ellis's branes are totally the tastiest.

Note: "The Sunday Hangover" is the name of Ellis's Suicide Girls column. I am actually not at all hungover today. Exhausted as hell, yes, but not hungover. I have been putting my body through the wars over the past few days: the usual regime of running, plus a return to two-mile walks, hardcore yoga, and last night, some intensive wedding-reception dancing.

This afternoon, after an hour and a half of hiking, my body surrendered, but in a cunning passive-aggressive sort of way; it has been dropping strong hints about how lovely a hour-long bath might be. Strong hints, such as bombing attacks on my shoulders and back. So I am giving serious consideration to allowing this request -- after, of course, two hours of HTML editing and seventy-five crunches. For if we are to remain strong in these troubled times, we cannot cave to the threats of terrorists.

I should probably stop thinking of my body as a terrorist.

posted by Liz  # 9:22 PM

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