2 days in a row of suicides. I think that qualifies me as officially near dead. My hands are torn to shreds thanks to my love-hate-love-HATE relationship with the monkey bars, and my knees make me feel like I'm closing in on my 85th birthday.
I just have to remember (as Will is so kind as to keep pointing out) that I willingly pay these guys to do this to me. Oy.
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