Thursday, January 22, 2004

I feel like my body is a tool, and these last several weeks I have been oiling the gears and sharpening the edges. Not only have I been improving the condition of my body, but I have also been improving my expertise in manipulating it. Each day I feel that I am able to get a little more out of it.

My car, however -- another tool, per-say -- is in dire need of repair. It needs an oil change, it needs its breaks checked out, it could stand having its windshield-wiper-tick checked out, it needs for the passenger side mirror to be repaired, and it needs repairs done to the front driver side panels that were damaged in Mary's accident. Each day I feel that it falls further into disrepair and handles a little less tightly.

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