Write four lines of prose about something that is: lame.
First day back went well. Pretty quiet all around. Not sure how much of that can be attributed to the smoke, but we shall see. It's the final long weekend of the summer before school resumes next week, so I'm sure I'll be kept busy for the next three days one way or another.
Jeeez, this job is soooooo lame. All this lifting and walking and bending an-aaahhhhh!
Oh god, my hamstring!
Great, now I'm lame too.