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The Winding Wind

So here I am contemplating either playing a game or surfing before I go in to work. I surf enough as it is at work, but I can’t get enough gumption to fire up a game. Maybe I’ll play my guitar. I usually pick up my guitar and noodle when I should be walking out the door. I call it instant inspiration or sometimes 2 minutes of crap.

I did squats this morning at the gym and my legs are so sore already. I feel the soreness in the area where there’s the most fat (and stretch marks, EEEK!!!). So for the next couple of days it’ll hurt to sit, shit, and stretch.

Ummmm, what else…..I still need to buy stamps for my mom’s birthday card. Damned post office around here is like a chameleon. The address says that it’s near the mall and when you follow the directions there’s nothing. Makes me wonder if it really exists. Maybe it does on another astral plain or another universe? Hmmm, we shall see, yes we shall see.

Later peeps

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