Have you ever played that ‘dead arm’ game as a juvenile, wherein somebody punches the crap out of your bicep until your arm feels dead? I have that right now. I asked Steve to play this morning. And then I gave him an indian burn. And then we had a wet willy fight.

I kid.

I had an awesome workout this morning, and as a result, now I have dead arms. It’s actually a challenge to type this post right now. Which means it’s time to fuel up on caffeine, because I have no time to be impaired with the rate at which I need to crank out work today.

Happy hump day.

Mind out of the gutter.