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Yesterday, Justin had Keels and me playing some sort of combat frisbee game that he and his friends used to play with football. It involved a lot of running, but thankfully, no tackling.

I'm sore.

I want a long hot bath, but it's already way too hot here and my bathtub is very small and not worth it.

I want a massage, but I don't have the money. I guess I could ask Keels, but she's probably more sore than I am.

Bleh.

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So, Keely and I have decided the birds around here are evil. They always manage to poop in the place that is the least advantageous to us. First, they got right smack dab in the middle of her back windshield, obscuring her view.

Then, they managed to splatter the handle of my driver's side door. I'm not talkin' just a little bit, they got it ALL over the handle.

Yesterday, Keels left her driver's side window down no more than an inch because she thought she was going to use her car again. This morning, she discovered that some bird had STUCK ITS ASS INSIDE HER WINDOW and pooped on the inner control panel that has the window controls and door locks. INSIDE.

The birds have it in for us. This is war.