sore spots Everything hurts today. But it's mostly a good kind of hurt. That Kirk guy kicked my butt. Apparently, I needed it.
...My mind however, is doing that racing thing again. I keep thinking about the gaps, the things I can't remember. When so much of your childhood is missing, you end up feeling like a child most of the time. And then aches and pains remind you how old you really are, and you feel absolutely ancient. It's not good, vacillating between childhood and old age. I feel... stretched out... thin... like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a change. Or something.