Only 781 words today

Just too blasted tired, no doubt from dealing with pain. The bruises are looking mighty nice, and the rib muscles ache like I've been bowing down to the porcelain god in search of my sparkle. (Anybody reading Shermel's blog would understand . . . LOL!)

Not looking forward to tomorrow. Third day is the worst day.

Good night.


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