in the interest of avoiding sounding passive-aggressive, i'll try to keep this post short. i got about 10 steps into a run and stopped because of what i mentioned yesterday. it's not the same thing as what gave me grief most of 2020 so far and i'm hoping a triple-shot of time with an icy-hot and ibuprofen to chase will do the trick for it, i guess we'll see. i'd say a run tomorrow is off the table though
sotd: the mortician's flame - acid bath. a song to scratch that underground sludge-metal itch we all get from time to time, with lyrics vile enough i'm probably on a watchlist just for posting it here
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