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numbskull that i am, i've managed to go and lose my phone again. for the third time. this year alone.

the way things are goin, it seems like i lose a phone every 2 months or so. by september, i prolly should have lost yet another one, if averages are anything to go by. there goes yet another sum of money.

rubbish the desire of that little black pouch.
perish the thought of that air max.
stop the craving for that new balance.

running on bad knees is a ultra gargantuan pain in the ass. plain bloody frustating disgusting thing to do. found out the hard way a few days ago. thanks in part to the constant goading of worm that i was just plain lazy and using the reason of resting my knees as a lame excuse, and my own want to stay in a somewhat reasonable shape, i laced on my free SAF issued new balances and got downstairs to the all too familiar carpark.

u go along in a more pronounced manner, slightly different from the normal, more efficient, easier gait to try and soften the impact. less then halfway into the ride, u already start to feel it. u go slower, not because you are winded, but because ur starting to feel your joints, which is never a good thing. u grind your way through, and by the time you are done, they feel like they've been baked. u feel like a slowpoke, and a more than a little fed up with urself.

hopefully i'll be able to make a better representation of myself in the game tomorrow.

i've still not taken to writing down how i feel, despite my bloggin since... well quite some time ago.
as a result, my entries' contents are roughly distributed in this manner:

60% incoherent rambling
30% disjointed ranting
10% crazy raving

pardon me.