Muttering about the vastus medialus and sartorius and splenius capitus muscles. Guess my subconscious did some studying whilst I snoozed. That’s good.
What’s bad is that it’s the time of year for bad sex. Bad sex in fiction, that is. The only place one should ever tolerate the existance of bad sex. They even gave a prize.
I don’t know what it means either, that’s just what’s on my mind. I have an A & P final tomorrow night (Anatomy & Physiology) and need coffee to supplement my adrenalin freak-out. I’d rather have crafted a nicely rambling post about keeping a meditation journal, my plans for writing for a couple of hours a week and working out and getting healthy and drop some hints about the neato thingy I’m kidnapping TGP off to do/see/be at this coming Saturday (after finals) for an early XMas/Solstice/Holiday gift. But really it’s all about getting more caffeine into me so I can memorize all the muscles in the human body, including origin, insertion, and ennervation, before tomorrow night. This school thing is kicking my ass.