stuffing my guns
putting on my shirt was a little difficult this morning. but i just assumed it was because i was too tired to move. my roommate said i looked like crap, only he used a different word for it. my eyes were bloodshot. sometimes it's hard to sleep when your mind doesn't want to. anyways, back to the shirt situation. so i get to work, and notice my right bicep is extra big. not in a strong way though, more of a squishy way. i reach up my sleeve and pull out a sock. hello mr sock. i thought about putting him back in my sleeve to continue looking buff. but i decided to postpone the gun show for the next laundry day.