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Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Growing up, I used to love climbing things. Being born in the year of the monkey (along with millions of other people around the world), I was good at it. But knowing how to climb up is only half the story. Naturally, it follows that you'll have to learn how to get back down (otherwise I'd still be in a tree somewhere in Michigan). With respect to this, you pretty much have two choices: either climb back down (which is tricky), or just jump down. Yesterday night, I was star-gazing while sitting on this decently tall wall near my house. When I was a kid, I used to be a lot lighter and gravity treated me gently, so jumping down was ok. But I'm not a kid anymore. It seems that gravity is out to get me, and jumping down from stuff hurts.
4:54 PM Albert
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