It is no coincidence that after the sweatiest skate night of my life, including pouring sweat out of my shoes, I woke up with the sensation that a voodoo priest was using a hot knife to cut the calf muscle off my effigy. It was like getting tazed but only in my calf. Ok, I don't actually know what it's like to get tazed. I imagine it sucks. This sucked. A lot. I went from dreaming about landing [censored] on the tall rail at the bridge, to shouting in agony, before I realized I was awake. Maybe I should eat more bananas, I hear they have uranium in them. At the end of the day, it still feels like I got punched in the calf as hard as possible.
This has happened once before. It was in the old apartment in 大稲埕. I should have never left. Anyway, I can't remember the skate day, but I do remember the cramp. Last night's session was much more memorable. Tomorrow night is white valentine's, or some other valentine's, so we have to go spend lots of money at a restaurant and so on. I have most of Wednesday free, so hopefully I can accomplish something then. It sucks to know that I'm going to wake up tomorrow and not skate and then go back to sleep.
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