Not exact matches
And when you lick the bowl think about me slaving
away on another literary analysis or critical theory paper,
hunched over my computer, probably not even with matching socks
on.
And I often find that taking that first small step up out of the pit — eating at the table instead of
hunched over a plate
on the sofa; snuggling with the kids instead of pushing them
away; walking instead of doughnut - imbibing — seems to give me the energy to make an even better choice the next day, and the next day, and the next.
The ability to review, say, batches of documents in programs like Relativity, by being able to sit back in a chair and tap
away with a stylus
on an e-ink screen WITHOUT having to be
hunched over a regular PC screen looking at a glowing monitor all day would be MASSIVE.
My client is
hunched in his maroon leatherette office chair, banging
away furiously
on the keyboard of his desktop, his nose almost touching the screen.
I also learned a few things for next time: a hand mirror would come in handy to avoid getting a middle - aged crick in your neck from
hunching over your clacker for an hour; waxing is best done
on nights when your ex has the kids; and, when waxing your labia majora, always remember to hold it
away from your labia minora as separating the two when the wax dries isn't fun times.