Went biking today. With dad. It took twenty minutes to get the bikes oiled and tightened and etc., but eventually I was whizzing around.
"You haven't lived until you've been chased by a rabid dog on a bike with no gears."
My back and arms still hurt from yesterday. Now I feel like I've got nails in my knees and a bike seat smashed up my rectum.
I feel goooooddddd. smile
I'm not quite sure I'm ready for school. This week went by so fast because I hung out with everyone. But I think that this week has recharged me, and I'm ready to face what may/will come in the near/distant future.
Boy, I hope this feeling lasts.
I hope I see you in school soon, Jordan. And that the outpatient program helps. heart
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