Ah, so here we are again. First post. Sounds kind of… daunting. Which is why I’m writing this randomness, because then the page doesn’t look so blank. It’s not so intimidating when there’s a few words up already.
But I’m still staring at this blinking cursor. It’s mocking me, I think. Blink, blink, blink… What doesn’t help me is that I know I only have a little bit of time to write this, before my day gets really busy. Yet the clock keeps on ticking, and this cursor keeps on blinking… At least it stays solid while I’m typing.
In that case, I’ll just keep typing whatever comes to mind. I had p.e. today. The sky was covered in dark clouds. So, while I played soccer, half the sky was dark, and the other half was lit up from the sun, which was peeking through the lighter clouds. It gave an interesting effect on the field, I think. However, the game itself was pretty fun. We tied at 0-0; granted we only played about twenty, maybe thirty minutes. I played left defense, and for once in my life, I actually felt involved in the game, instead of standing in the back, being one of those, I-can’t-play-sports persons.
The only problem, today, was that I had this sharp, burning pain in my left shoulder. I really need to get my mom to bring me into the doctor for that. It’s been killing me since June, maybe earlier, and it’s only getting worse. It’s December now. June ’til December is kind of ridiculous for something that (I think) is only muscle. Then again, my mom seems to think my typing is aggravating it. I think it’s my writing in general. I’m left-handed, after all. Every thing I do is with the left hand, and when I’m doing something that involves my shoulder… bingo! Shoulder aggravation.
Not that I’m trying to complain. I know there are far worse things out there than shoulder problems. I don’t have cancer, for one. I’m healthy, even if not in the best shape. So, I can’t really complain. Which is why I will now close my mouth… Er, how are you supposed to do that when you’re typing and not talking…?
I guess that’s today’s mystery.