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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Sometimes

I think I am worse than a dog. Went walking with a friend yesterday, chatting amiably. Then we walked past a couple of friends playing frisbee and all thoughts of conversation just went flying out of my head. I felt my body tensing as my mind raced to calculate trajectories and relative speeds to CHASE THE FRISBEE, CHASE THE FRISBEE, CATCH THE FRISBEE.

Woof.

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