bike shop man re-chained devilbike and didn't even charge me for it. he doesn't know if the bike is entirely fixed. gears, blah, blah, gears. definitely the best bike guy though. and his shop is right around the corner from me. i've been singing his praises to everybody.
i ended up hobbling to bingo because...well, who wants to miss out on bingo, dammit. naturally, i didn't win shit.
i am listening to taylor swift and eating nutella.
voice is not back yet. frustrated.
the knee is not so good. good if i need a softball for a knee. i was temporarily worried that i'd have to go to the hospital, but i think it'll be fine on its own. fucking knee. i'm lying in bed with a bag of ice on it. but the ice makes the rest of me cold so i have to hide under a blanket.
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