I'm actually surprised I have never gone before. Such a great people show. So much to look at and a tremendous energy.
But deadly serious.
But all good things must come to an end and here I am, riddled with spleen, testicular and brain cancer as well as polio. Or, at the very least a really bad cold. I'm praying for the Tom Yum fairy to come but she's no doubt ignoring me. Woe is me.
Every cloud has a silver lining and this illness has really made quitting smoking tolerable. Now that I have "graduated" to practising with the actual derby girls the constant stream of glorious nicotine infused glory smoke is not conducive to the 5 hours a week of training I have now committed to. Plus, I really REALLY want to buy a set of hybrid wheels AND a sweet ZUCA bag for all of my gear so I have decided to reward myself, once smoke free for three whole months with this. 89 more days and it's mine!
That is if I survive this illness.
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