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Ugh. I feel like someone has injected coffee into my veins. Jittery jittery jittery.

Yesterday, while carrying my lunch back to my office, a piece of industrial twine came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around my feet. I faceplanted onto the sidewalk. My lunch went flying into the air. My hands and knees are all scraped up and it hurts.

Last night, I rode my bike home in the rain.

I didn't sleep. Probably because all week I've been taking either Benadryl or sleep aid. I tossed and turned.

After Mike left for work, Lula would not SHUT UP. She meows like a wild woman while pawing at me while she gets right in my face. Either that, or she plants herself on my bladder and presses down with her paws until I can't take it anymore.

Then she meows like a wild woman until I dispense her treats.

The Balls

Dodgeball is an intense sport.

My bones ache, my arms are limp, my neck is sore.

But man, it is worth it.

Tuesday night we had our second dodgeball game. We played a group of ridiculous muscle-head asshats that ended up sending one of our best players to the ER. Luckily, it was just a sprain.

The rest of us walked away with bruises and raspberries and sore rotators. Then we went to the bar. Team member Dirty Sanchez (yes our dodgeball team is also porn-themed) struck up a conversation with a guy at the counter. The man inquired about the details.

"We...ugh...play over at the Walt Disney elementary school," the sweatband-clad Sanchez replied.

Yes, we are a porn-themed dodgeball team that plays our games at an elementary school. With a blow-up doll mascot named Judy.

Yes.

I Love Chocolate

That is all. Please continue.