flabby, getting flabby
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.16
This evening, I realized that my legs and butt were sore, from having gone to the park with Ken and Heidi yesterday to throw a Frisbee around. I'm so out of shape that playing with a Frisbee feels like exercise! Aigh!
Note from 2020: My God this young man needed a girlfriend. And a job.