Payday

There's nothing like pay day is there? And when you've been woefully underemployed like I have it can seem like a damn holiday. I have to admit that I was a bit restless yeserday morning anticipating whether my direct deposit account was set up in time. I must've woken up every 5 minutes until it was around 11am and then just gave up and got dressed. Sure I could've alleviated any doubts by calling up my bank but that would've been too easy.
When I made it to my branch I steadied myself, expecting to see the dreaded $8.68 still left in my checking account. For some reason I've been more comfortable 'hoping for the best but expect the worst' lateley. In fact it's been so long since I've used my bank card it took me a minute to remember my PIN number. Alas, my worries were unfounded as I gazed upon my gloriously updated account. At that moment I did my best Scarlett O'Hara impersonation when when I dropped to my knees and declared, " As God is my witness, I'll never go hungry again."And if it wasn't for my ailing hamstring I probably would've performed a ghetto version of Riverdance.

Speaking of my hammy, it's the left one that's bothering me, after dealing with this injury for the last few days I think it's safe to say that I have a new found respect for what Jose Reyes must've went through last year. No longer will I right it off as a trivial injury because I've lived it now.