After the last two monster posts, I felt like putting a shorter post up here to make it more balanced.
Oh man, I had forgotten how good being sore feels. On one hand it means that I'm really out of shape, but on the other, "pain is the feeling of weakness leaving the body".
This post shall be delightfully inane, and delightfully inane it will remain.
The cheese flakes fall with an erratic regularity, controlled only by the machines of fate and the mouse of time. Tis a pity that the benzene ring of Earth is so imperfect as to be fish.
See? Perfectly inane.
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