I bring my own little cacaphony with me

I went to the gym today. It was very noisy... my left hand and my left hip were stuck in a ridiculous, never-ending discussion of how they each got mysteriously bruised lately and they have no idea how, and isn't it weird and maybe someone's out to get them. My right leg was gloating to the left about the fact that my right splits are actually better for the moment (because my left is still sore from being overstretched about a month ago), and it's all "how does it feel to be the lesser leg, huh? Now you know what it's been like all these years." My forearms and hands did nothing but whine to each other about knitting and handwriting, while my back basically just spent the whole time gloating and trying to get me to look in the mirror at it (nobody else will talk to it anymore). My stomach meanwhile made a strong, full-voiced argument for losing some pudge.

Oh, to be one of those people who only have to listen to the bad music. :)