Florida vs Cut in the open final, called that. Still saying Florida over Cut 15 - 13.
Anyway, still having narrative dreams but they are getting weirder and less funny. Did not take any percocet today and feel more like a normal human, jury is out on whether that is cool or not.
Starting to practice again. At this point the only thing I can practice is grip strength. Stress ball and disc gripping, real tight. Can't throw, can't run, but it is something, a basic fundamental that is often overlooked because it is something you need to practice individually and can't really be "drilled". Little things add up!
Anyway so, tell me a story.
PS
I love movies but I am not a big movie watcher. Since I have very little to do but lie in bed, I've been watching more than usual.
Saturday was gangster movie day, watched The Godfather, Snatch and Boondock Saints 2. In retrospect I should have watched them in the opposite order, because by the end of it the mafiosos in BDS2 seemed pretty lame compared to the fucking Corleones.
PPS
Note to self: next time you can run again but decide to do something stupid instead of working out, remember how much it sucks not being able to and act accordingly. Kay?
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