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03.01.05 - 9:53 pm Well, FUCK. I think that I pulled a muscle. Yeah, I know that I'm flipping shit about this, but I've never pulled a muscle before. My body is somewhat incredible; it's in such impeccable shape, I don't know why I've been so lucky. I've only had a minor brake and a small sprain, I get over colds quickly, my asthma really wasn't a big deal....I've never pulled a muscle, so for my body to have that happen, I start to freak out. I've been icing it on and off since I got home and stretching it and doing everything possible so that it can get better. Our first game is two weeks from yesterday. Holy crappers is right. I need to be in the best condition possible to rock my cousin and rock Sally. We need to start out the season right, and a W over St. Mary's would rock. Speaking of W, the incredible ortographers over at the Republican Party send us a beautiful picture of Dubya and Laura today. They have consistently spelled my mom's name Care instead of Carie for the past four years. I think she has even committed Blue, yet they're still sending her this photos. She started to analyze Bush's posture and how he was slinking away from Laura. Shut up, Care. My dad and I are going out to breakfast tomorrow at Fat City. We used to go a lot more when I was a freshman/sophomore and couldn't drive myself to school every day. I love my dad so much. Today he sent me an article that has to do with an archaeological dig in Spain. Ahh, my dream job. The other day he sent me, well, this, because we had just watched Napoleon Dynamite a few nights before. He has so many awesome qualities that I want so badly. Yes, Steve! Hmm, I think that I'm going to get over six hours of sleep tonight, unlike the past two nights. I really liked Monday working off of four and a half hours of sleep. It really wasn't that bad. Plus the reason I stayed up that late was really cool, so it was most definitely worth it. I could possibly get my entire List Of Things To Do done tonight. Maybe I'll go do that.
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