I busted some cartlidge in my chest while boarding again the other day. That’s shitted me off because I can’t go bodyboarding, and my vet friend has recommended I also refrain from running for a few weeks to allow the cartlidge to heal. Something about if I keep breaking it in the same place it’ll weaken it.

So here I sit, in my flanny, wondering wtf to do next.

I’m going for a run in the morning. It’s been one and a half weeks. She’ll be right.

Nothing else interesting to report. Apart from the fact we had a party on the weekend then went ice skating the next day.

No interesting thoughts or stories or embellishments. Work has dulled this feller.

Stay tuned though I guess.