"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Today in yoga I was sweating so much a drop of sweat fell of my face and landed on the floor and it made me feel oddly proud. Then I ran for 25 minutes and then biked home in the rain and it was a surprisingly pleasant Sunday morning.
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