woke up with a twinge in my neck. twinges are evil little creatures that usually infest the bodies of the old and decrepit (sp?). i guess my membership card should be in the mail...
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways,
totally worn out,
shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!"
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