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feet in bucket, jazz on radio Soaking my foot which I just spelled as 'goot' in a hot bucket of epsom salts. And water. Have to figure out what to do for the next 15-20 minutes when all I want to do is go to bed. I'll drink my tea and internet, obviously. Oh, I forgot to eat dinner tonight - had an ice cream cone. Have PT tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it because it's so dumb. Not going to a roller derby tomorrow night because roller derby intimidates me. Going to a cinematic double-header on Saturday night, though, and that'll be fun. I'll have to take a nap that night to make sure I can stay up that late. Ehh. My car's check engine light came on - did I tell you? Rob Brezsny says I'll be having some good luck. That guy has not addressed my recent string of bad luck at all - not sure if I'm going to listen to him or not.
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