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I hurt. My wrist is cut from falling onto a fallen tree. My elbow and knee are bruised from trying to jump onto a roof. My left hand throbs from being slammed shut in a car door. All in all, it was a great night.
It's just that it will hurt tomorrow at work.
There was someone missing from the show, invited but not to come. There was an odd sense of gloom and annoyance over the night with someone stealing my identity on the wealthy internet. But there were friends, laughter, brooms in the butt, beatings with baguettes, swings, twisted slides, spinning, talking obscenities through pipes, avoiding the very quite park patrol . . . so much more.
And now my knuckle throbs. ARGGH ARGGH ARGGH I screamed with the door shut. But it's all simply a joke in this cosmic benevolence. Our thoughts are simply violence against the peace of Being There.
And there's your story.
Night Night.