100 Days of Less

November
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8 9 10 11 12 13 14
15 16 17 18 19 20 211
222 233 244 255 266 277 288
299 3010          
December
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616 717 818 919 1020 1121 1222
1323 1424 1525 1626 1727 1828 1929
2030 2131 2232 2333 2434 2535 2636
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January
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1051 1152 1253 1354 1455 1556 1657
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3172            
February
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779 880 981 1082 1183 1284 1385
1486 1587 1688 1789 1890 1991 2092
2193 2294 2395 2496 2597 2698 2799
28100            

Crutches

Back in late 2007 I strained my knee play­ing soft­ball. How’s that for a manly way to fuck up your body? Weeks later, with the knee still weak, I com­pletely tore my ACL play­ing rac­quet­ball. After one of these two inci­dents — I for­get which — I hob­bled around on crutches for a few days, only to be swapped out for a pimp cane dur­ing surgery recovery.

Crutches

Hat tip to @jodycakes on Twit­ter for rec­om­mend­ing a place I could donate crutches. And as it hap­pens, the SLO Women’s Net­work is col­lect­ing dona­tions for the local women’s shel­ter tomor­row. So I’m hand­ing them over to my female roomie to donate for me.

Published on February 18, 2010

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