My poor butt! Alack! It's fallen and it can't get up! You know that muscle that links from the back of your quad to your butt? Well trust me...we all have one. I didn't know I had one either until I was playing squash today. It announced it's royal presence by screaming bloody murder.

Oww.

I think I must have have sprained that muscle in my workout yesterday. I remember stretching and my butt being a bit sore afterwards. I didn't give it much thought and I kinda forgot about it. It wasn't until I tried to return a serve on the squash courts that muscle screamed with pain. Now I'm kinda limping around with a sore butt. It's quite pathetic actually.

Boo! What a pain in the ass! Literally. Gee. Hey, what do you know? That darn idiom actually works here.

Anyway, I was driving back home and I decided to stop by 7-11 for some late-night reading material. I wanted to pick up this week's "Economist" or "US News". HAHAHAHA. Something told me I was in the WRONG store. I'm amazed by the selection of magazines they carry: everything from "Biker's Quarterly and their Ladies" to "Lowriders and Lewd Women on the Covers". It's quite amazing how many hick magazines there are. Ugh.

I bought a brainfreeze slurpee instead.