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[bismarksays]

Yesterday, I helped push free three different cars that were stuck on the ice. Today, I feel feverish, dizzy, and my body hurts. I think that if this were to be discussed in a literary novel about my life, the professor would say how the protagonist helps people move on with their life but is stuck in his, mired in the pain that results by helping people move away from him. Of course, literary anaylsis is a buch of crap, so there is that. The realist would say that I just am out of shape and should have worn a hat instead of being a dumbass.
I hope everyone is enjoying winter. Yay...winter?