Non-poetry poem for the day.

You know how I know there's no god, and that intelligent design is bull?
BECAUSE KNEES ARE CRAPPILY MADE.
They bust and twist and get hurt, but can they get better fast on their own? Noooooo.... fuck. I don't like my knee. Did some great running this week though, it's just unfortunate that today was a long run day and my knee was a loser and hurt a bunch. Didn't help that my shoes are breaking down again, which means my arches and calves are going to start cramping again.
WHATEVER!
So I'm halfway through my killer day, and I'm just coasting. It's not the greatest, but I'm not freaking out, so ya know...
Have lunch with friends, see one of my residents perform at Dutch bros. I think minus one class (which is prolly my favorite) the rest of the day should be ok.
New friends though for lunch, and that's always a little awkward...
Ack, I'm done wasting time.
Yay, doing something useful! Here I come!!!