do you?

tendinitis?
more like elevendinitis!
ouch.
my hands and forearms are totally effed up.
it turns out,
too much working, and nowhere near enough resting has caught up
with my muscles, sinew, bones, and overall bodyparts after all.
bummer.
this is the evidence of aging i don't really enjoy.
the grey hairs,
the missing hairs,
the body hairs;
those i can attribute to werewolfen blood curse natural orderliness...
the creaking knees and cracking back i see as a soundtrack to my overall
jangly, jaunty haunted homeliness, too.
but the decrepit and disintegrating dowels i call my bones,
detaching from the pulleys and the pipelines that hold 'em together?
that's not cool.
stay ugly, stay dope, but stay in one piece, y'know?
at least i've got another 'nother very full day of very detailed,
very intricate stretchy-skinned work in the works.
yep.
so,
i can look forward to backtracking on the healing process
from the very first minute i walk into the studio.
awwwwww.
anyway,
typing isn't helping much, either,
but,
sometimes, breakfast really does the trick.
in fact,
i dominated a delicious and decadent heap of hottness yesterday,
and it may have been what carried the day for me.
that's real.
neighbors-
check the triumphant-type teleport:

oatmeal coconut brown sugar waffle stacks on stacks on stacks!!
with dried cranberry sprankles,
and toasted coconut sprankles,
and real maple syrup,
and a scoople of almond ice cream??
yup.
too much is the right amount,
and burly breakfast boomfire is what my sore spots crave for maxxximum
mutant vegan healing factor activation!
mmmmmmmmmhmmm.
i put the big business all up in there,
and the fortunate flavors of fresh-to-deathproof doo-doo on top.
i love breakfast,
but i usually take it easy.
i mean,
c'mon guys,
i don't want to blarp out and be a squatty-oddbody do i?
no way.
the thing is,
sometimes,
toast isn't going to be the cure, and i need to be restored to full strength.
that's when it's panniecakes or waffles to the rescue.
and i felt rescued, for sure.
*
today is the day,
just like every day.
but tomorrow will be even better.
it has to be.
i need a day off, to physically recuperate.
i'm not happy about it,
but it's still really happening.
i thought broken was fixed-
it turns out, broken is just broken;
never quiet, never soft.....