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[froggy_dear]

I don't know where my yo-yos are. I don't even know if they're in this apartment. This distresses me. Luckily Daniel has a yo-yo here, a classic Duncan Imperial, which is exactly the same as one of my yo-yos. There's something I find soothing about the violent energy of yo-yo-ing, the ability to control the tiny fast flying ball of plastic. I'm pretty proficient at it, and I enjoy it.

I was kind of freaking out a while ago, wanting to yo-yo, but I got the urge on the bus and neither of the drugstores near my busstop had one. I was muchly disappointed.

Daniel bought a paddle ball today. I'm better at it than him. Neener neener.

My back hurts and I didn't much work on my thesis today. I'm making a sweater.