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Pic of the day: Of course, there are some women you don't want to lay their hands on you. (Screenshot from anime Girls Bravo, featuring Kirie, the girl with a violent streak.) Fast forwardToday was the second to last hour of physiotherapy. The fellow has still not tried to grab my butt or touch my chest, he doesn't even seem to be staring. This raises the great mysterious question: Why would a man choose a job like that if he is not gay? Kneading men doesn't sound like something a straight man would volunteer for. I'm working 90% again and has done so for a week. Therapy or no, my shoulders and arms are not getting better anymore, quite the opposite. As I've said before, I don't have much faith in physiotherapy for people who are able to move on their own. But even though I get up from my desk and walk around, roll my head and stretch my arms, take the stairs a few floors ... I still grow worse again. I can feel it before I even start working. I think just sitting in my office reading a good book would leave me hurting at the end of the day. ***The weather here is still mild, as it has been for quite a while since the dry frost broke. But rain and wind are now assailing our fair country. |
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