Swirl that cape!

I'm laying in bed trying to write this using the swype feature on my phone. Did something awful to my shoulder/arm in pole class tonight. Hoping it's just a pulled muscle. I felt it immediately give and then it hurt to put any weight on it. Of course I still tried a couple more moves in the remaining 30 minutes, but that might have been dumb. It hurt to even grip the steering wheel while driving home. No cooking. I justified going to Applebees and then had a long island while waiting for my food. The bartender, Jeff, is amazing and makes the best long islands. Jeff is also both a jerk and a flirt bartender- usually I like him, lol. He's been the bartender there for at least the last decade, and usually makes ant of my drinks in a camouflaged glass so tattle tales don't have as much ammo to tell my parents. Lol, small towns, right? Tonight though, f' it, I've an improvised sling and bag of ice made from to-go bags via Jeff, so I deserve a big fishbowl like long island. Ty said he felt really bad about canceling and wanted to reschedule. I asked what he was doing Friday night, which would be good, right? Yeah, he has a blind date that night that his friend's wife set up a couple weeks ago. Jealous that stranger girl gets a date and I don't. I'm being Unrealistic. She's a teacher. I acted like I didn't care and it didn't bother me. I'm not sure I really sold that though. Ugh, I waited until the alcohol wore off to take a muscle relaxer. I'm gonna blame the muscle relaxer and not my own disturbed mind, but I can't shake the image of Labyrinth Bowie. He just keeps swirling his cape like some crazed magician in my head. Eh, he makes me giggle a little even with his intense serial killer stare. I think that means I should go to sleep.