Feb 01, 2007 10:45
People on eight wheels:
I just slept for 11 hours (about 4 more than usual, thank you Tylenol nighttime formula) and woke up to find out that during the night somebody had moved me much further away from death's door. My throat's still sore, but my joints no longer feel like they've been tenderized with a rubber mallet and then rolled in kitty litter, and my brain no longer feels swaddled in a mixture of cotton candy and bubblewrap. Hooray.
My new titanium bearings also came in yesterday, so assuming I'm feeling this good later, anybody up for open skate?
~j.z.