Tuesday, September 14, 2010
flu 2
Since my back hurt, Karen decided we should go to a massage parlor for the glass ball thing. We had tried it previously, but it didn't work because of my hairiness. So she informed me of her decision by plugging in a razor and beginning to shave my back. Of all the ways I've been woken up, that is perhaps the most disorienting.
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