I am fairly certain that I am really going to miss the huge flap of skin that I just ripped off my heel on the wheel of this desk chair. It was a nice flap of skin. I guess I had just sort of taken it for granted all these years. Now that it’s gone, the sopping bloody mess of pain will be all that I have to remind me of it. I am kind of upset about this. If I wasn’t tougher than a 3-day old steak I’d be whimpering in pain right now. It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry.

(Nevermind. It’s a Bob Dylan reference. Forget I even made it.)

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