An okay day, maybe?
But the spraining-my-wrist-in-the-middle-of-practice kind of really sucked balls.
No wait. Scratch that. What really sucked balls was having to start Hogart with a sprained wrist. I was nearly screaming when I finally got him started. I didn't touch the handlebar unless I was taking corners, because the vibration was shaking the fight outta me.
And I don't even get it. I eat healthy. I drink two glasses of milk a day. I'm getting sleep. Why can't I go a week without this?
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ASK YOURSELF in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity..." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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