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I feel like shit.
See, not all good mood all the time (and I know there have been some who wondered).
I had a moment earlier today where I seriously questioned if all of this was worth it. For a moment more, the answer was no.
Every muscle in my upper body feels bruised. Let me correct that. Every muscle, most of my skin and a good portion of my bones feel bruised. My throat is swollen and irritated. Drinking water kind of feels like I am in the middle of a wicked case of strep.
My stomach is now my mortal enemy alternating between "FOOD! NOW! Or I will hurt you!" and "OMG you put food in me! You must PAY!" Mr. Lumpy is angry and for the first time ever very painful and I am TIRED. But rarely enough to actually sleep.
So.
Yeah.
Not all good and the bad actually sucks worse than even I could have imagined.
Faced with the choice of ever doing this again, in all honesty, I don't know if I would choose to do it again.
See, not all good mood all the time (and I know there have been some who wondered).
I had a moment earlier today where I seriously questioned if all of this was worth it. For a moment more, the answer was no.
Every muscle in my upper body feels bruised. Let me correct that. Every muscle, most of my skin and a good portion of my bones feel bruised. My throat is swollen and irritated. Drinking water kind of feels like I am in the middle of a wicked case of strep.
My stomach is now my mortal enemy alternating between "FOOD! NOW! Or I will hurt you!" and "OMG you put food in me! You must PAY!" Mr. Lumpy is angry and for the first time ever very painful and I am TIRED. But rarely enough to actually sleep.
So.
Yeah.
Not all good and the bad actually sucks worse than even I could have imagined.
Faced with the choice of ever doing this again, in all honesty, I don't know if I would choose to do it again.
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