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Went to shooting match. Returned sun-baked, bug-bitten, and covered in dirt. It was a special experience. It would've helped if I had been able to practice any type of shooting that was in the match. A black, 90% metal weapon on a summer day. The jingle of empty brass. Squawk on a radio.
I tried to go to bed at midnight, but my brain said, "Wha? Bedtime is 3:00am!" 3:00am rolled around and I got into a coughing fit that didn't really calm down til after 4:00 Screw you, bronchitis.
I tried to go to bed at midnight, but my brain said, "Wha? Bedtime is 3:00am!" 3:00am rolled around and I got into a coughing fit that didn't really calm down til after 4:00 Screw you, bronchitis.