My shoulder hurts. It's had a dull ache off and on for a few weeks now. Maybe I slept on it wrong one night? Pulled something while getting milk out of the fridge? I can't remember the last time I did anything more strenuous than make a sandwich, so there's no real reason for any part of me to hurt, or be sore, or to pop when I bend down to pick something up. If I was a millionaire athlete I'd think about taking a few days off from work, maybe go on the 15 day Disabled List. But since I'm a banker pulling in the low thousands, I think I'll suck it up and take some Tylenol. I don't think this is what Michael Stipe meant when he said that everybody hurts.
Before watching that football game that was on today, I finished the "how the internet came to be" book. It was good, and made the advent of computer networking accessible to us non-techies, but all the same I'm really glad to be moving on to the next book. I know it sounds cheesy, but I just really like to read. So when I say that I'm excited about picking out the next book...well, for me it really is fun.
If I felt any better, I'd get cranky about the state of this year's Super Bowl commercials, Prince's "halftime performance", and how I never want to hear Jim Nantz and Phil Simms call a sporting event ever again. But tonight the oomph just isn't there, so I'll leave it to the rest of the internet to pick up my slack. It's not like there's a shortage of people using their internet connection to gripe or complain about something, so I'll end this post with the small thing that made my day today: I was halfway to the Super Bowl party and stopped at QuikTrip to get a three liter of Dr. Pepper...only to find that I had left the house without my wallet. After counting out $1.47 in change I found a $5 bill in the console below my radio. Grace comes in all shapes and sizes, doesn't it?