Last night was a strange one. A few people got hurt at practice. I was at the other end of the floor doing drills with the other fresh meat while the vets were scrimmaging, so I didn't see the incident-- only the aftermath. There was a crash, elbows bashed into lips, knees got twisted, and not everyone got up. One girl left to get stitches in her lip, and the other was carried off the floor with an iced down knee after much screaming and writhing in pain. She refused to go to the ER because she's uninsured.
On the way home, some of the girls saw a Mexican transvestite flip a Ford F-150 into a ditch. Nice! Since I'm trying to lose weight, I didn't stop at Sonic with them after practice, and now I regret it because I really hate I missed the Mexican transvestite truck flipping. No one was hurt.
My toes went numb last night, presumably because my skates are new and not broken in. The feeling hasn't come back, and the tingling occasionally creeps to the bottom of my foot, and sometimes up my right leg. The same leg which I twisted last week. I wonder if I did something to a nerve, and if it will go back to normal on its own. I don't really want to go to the doctor complaining of a tingly feeling.
Oh well. At least the tingling up my leg is not Obama related, right?
On The Next To Last Day Of July
21 hours ago
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No need to skip the Sonic social scene. Three little words: Cherry Diet Coke.
Yeah I know. I had mozzarella sticks and a strawberry slush last time I went with them. I thought it was justifiable since I'd just spent 2 hours sweating my ass off.
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