I made everyone eat a cookie today at lunch; whether they wanted to or not...sorry Jesse. (I even ate one myself, which I rarely, if ever, do) I thought it would be an emotional day but instead I occupied my time with mishaps and birthdays.
I burned myself today, which is ironic because I think I burned myself twice all summer. Then, while on a trash run with some boys, we stopped for quarter sodas. In my excitement, while running around the back of Mary Lou, I pulled a Cadi and wiped out. Now, when I say wiped out, I merely wish my picture today was of my knee..but well it's gross and that will have to wait for another day...perhaps tomorrow. So my leg is torn up. My calf, my knee, the back of my upper thigh (weird i know), my elbow, and my other hand. A lot of torn skin, a little blood, a lot of bruising and swelling. By then, though, my work crew had finished the bakery things and on a day when I made 7 cakes, 4 coffee cakes, scooped roughly 96 cookies...well I'm done. I left and had my birthday dinner with Jamie, a good friend of mine who also had a recent birthday. Sitting at the Palms, discussing the future, I thought about what I was finishing today...and then got distracted by a football game.
Maybe in a few days it will finally hit me that everything I have worked on every time I've been here (except my month hiatus on bikes) will go on without me, and I will have to go to without it.
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