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At Busch Gardens with a couple friends including Ana. Everything is mapped out different – it's not the same amusement park. We're all excited to ride the Alpengeist roller coaster. We run through the entrance but instead of a line there's an intricately designed maze and slide to go through. You've got to follow the arrows and signs very closely or you can get lost. The group sort of splits in half. My group finds an elevator. An arrow on the ground points to it so we assume it's the right direction. It takes us down to the ground floor and back out into the park. We're all very confused. It was the wrong way. Ana is with the other group and apparently they made it on the ride. I try to figure out a way back to the other side of the ride so I can meet up with the other half of the group but this place is very difficult to navigate. It's like a carnival atmosphere. People dressed in scary costumes are running around acting their part trying to confuse me. I manage to find a way through the main building. I find Ana but she keeps running away from me. I guess she's upset we got split up. I chase her down and grab her by the arm. I explain everything that happened but she's still not amused by the whole situation.
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Waking up at 11 a.m.
Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Hanging around the house – making bread, chores, scheduling, etc.
Leftover Salmon on a Sandwich with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese and Tomato. Roasted Potatoes and Onions. Oolong Tea.
Watching The Revenant (2015).
It's a dreary rainy day out.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Basketball at the Rec. I was going to leave after the third game but it didn't feel like enough. Unfortunately, I take another injury, this time a tooth banged into my left hand making a gnarly gash just below my pinkie and ring finger. It's only about half an inch wide but it cut real deep, down to the tendons. I may or may not need stitches. It feels like a constant risk being on the court. You never know when you're gonna hurt yourself.
Back home. Warming up some food: Chic Peas, Kale, Carrots, and Brown Rice.
As time passes my injury starts to throb and continues to throb all throughout the night. Ana sleeps by my side in moral support. I can barely move or get situated in a comfortable position. Agony. The best thing I can do is prop my hand up on my chest and wait for it to go temporarily numb.
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