going home i was thinking a thousand thoughts today, but none were about the ground when i slipped on a patch of ice in front of the gangster motorcycle shop next to my apartment. i flew up in the air and landed on the bony part of my left upperbum. one of the motorcycle men pointed at me through the shop window and laughed and another motorcycle man rushed outside to see if i was okay. i'm okay.
it's currently 29 degrees out, much warmer than the 14 we've had all week. my mom used to tell me about one of her customers, an old italian lady who stays at home every day and watches the news and cries about the state of the world. i am convinced that i am becoming more and more old italian lady every day.
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