Jury Duty

So, I have this presentation I'm supposed to give at work on Monday, which, incidentally, is the same day I have a jury summons. For once, I'm actually hoping I get called in. Because while I hate jury duty, I hate presenting even more.

I went to boxing class last night, for the first time in two weeks. I actually felt pretty good, although my left wrist is still bothering me. Supposedly I'm not punching wrong, so I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the fact that I broke that wrist when I was a kid. I may go see the doctor about it, since I'm starting to feel pain when doing other things too.

My dad told me the other day that he thinks my legs are even shorter than my mom's legs. And her's aren't even that long. Plus, I'm a bit taller than she is, which means that my torso is freakishly long. I've always kind of known this, since back in college, we did a comparison once in the dorms. Deepali was at our place, and she's considerably taller than me. When we sit down with our legs extended, her's are a couple inches longer, at least. But I can almost see the top of her head. I think when I'm sitting down at a table, I'm higher up than most everyone else.

Having a disproportioned body has been the bane of my existence. Pants are a pain, since they're always too long, and shirts are too, because they're usually too short. Driving a stick shift car is a pain too, because in order to get a clutch far in enough, I have to sit wayyyy up close. If wonder how tall I'd be if my legs were proportional to my upper body.