Oh, great, apparently that mulch pitching built my back, shoulders, and arms to the point my shirts are tight again.
I resent that I can't even complain about this too hard because it's like "oh, I hate that I'm getting too sexy"
I resent that I can’t really complain about a lot of this stuff really because it’s a totally out-of-nowhere nonconsensual change to my basic experience of life and the world, except it’s so great that both
- it would be churlish
- it is in fact exactly in line with what I specifically wanted
So right now I am basically in a constant state of