So, my sister called me last night and left a random message to call her back for something important. You see, my family doesn’t LEAVE messages like that. EVER. I didn’t sleep well.

Woke up at 6:30, dozed till 9:30 till a nightmare woke me up fully, stumbled out of bed (well, I think I always stumble more than I walk). Called my doc about my toenail…I ripped half of an already dead nail off during fencing last night, and still have half left, which’ll cause more damage TOMORROW night.

Did I mention last night’s fencing class was a pisser? Holy poo, I felt like I ran for MILES when all we did was an hour of footwork.

Doc told me to put paper tape on it. As I type this, I have paper tape on my right big toe. Feels funky, but secure.

After the doc, I call my sister. “What’s up?”

Her. “Nothing.”

Me. “What?”

Her. “Did you hear about Uncle Doug?” Now, uncle doug is dad’s second oldest brother (it goes Joe, Doug, Sandy, dad, David) and my godfather. Doug lives in Maine with his wife and two kids Heather and Meghan who are 21 and 19.

Me. “No.”

Her. “He has colon cancer.”

Holyshit. Doug’s like…47. And a good guy. Good dad and all that. WTF? My sister said normally it’s found at two inches and he’s at ten. No more info yet. Argh. SUCKS.

So talking to Nathan and Judie about it, I get close to tears. I DON’T CRY. ARGH. Change subject.

Took off for errands, got hit on by a guy as I walked into Rite Aid. Got flustered. Went to go get a bike FINALLY. Took forfreakingever. All this STUFF to consider. And HEIGHT. And STUFF. And bike shorts. And water. And…STUFF…and I’m not sure where my helmet is.

I think it’s in…

THE CLOSET OF DEATH.

You see, I have two closets. One is a perfectly normal, safe closet.

The other is stuffed full of…crap. Boxes and clothes that no longer fit and a broken chair and a broken bike and ALL KINDS OF CRAP.

I really need to empty it out. It’s a nice closet. I’d like to use it. But attacking that thing would require a small squal of SEALs. Maybe I should ask the missionaries!

Anyway. This bike is friggincool. So light so I can lug it up my NarrowStairsofDoom to my apartment. I will use it forever.

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