The Fight or Flight Club
If I seem a little quiet, you can thank my day job. Looming deadlines at work have petrified me, and I mean rendered me so wooden that a karate-chopping H.E., a jackhammer, and the combined mass of both aren’t enough to relax the rope-tight muscles in my back. I used to take my breaks regularly to loosen up a little, but since one of us left the fold to work at a job where you’re forced to attend the Grammies…