if it wasn't nailed to my shoulders I'd forget what day it was

There's something I was going to post about, but now I can't remember what it was. I wish I could, because at the moment I'm profoundly cranky about work and could use the distraction.

Maybe it was about this ongoing dialogue between my legs and my brain:

LEGS (led by LEFT HIP): HEY! You went to Pilates yesterday!

BRAIN: Yes. You were there.

LEGS: What'd you do THAT for?

BRAIN: Because fitness is good.

LEGS: It was HARDER than the first time!

BRAIN: Yeah, I did notice that.

LEGS: Is it going to KEEP getting harder?

BRAIN: I hope not.

ABS: HEY! You went to Pilates yesterday!

etc.