getting over it

Last night I did another cardio-kickboxing class. I usually try not to do too much the day following one of these classes, as it usually takes my muscles only a night to remember that they don't belong to Jessica Biel's body, rather, they're stuck in mine. Instead, I had a job interview this morning, then, an hour later started work, worked for 6.5 hours, had a one hour break, worked for5.5 hours, and am now sitting here, with my skin containing non-Jessica-Biel muscles wondering when the sense of rationality is going to kick in. Perhaps tomorrow?