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Yesterday I learned that when a sign says "veerooster!", it does NOT mean "look out for this really steep footbridge you're about to skate over," but rather "just on the other side of this footbridge there is a CATTLE GUARD with BIG FAT RAILS waiting to EAT your SKATES, and you cannot see it from here". Yipes. And me without my wrist guards.

Today, my butt hurt. But I know a new word now!

I also found a much more secluded and woodsy skate/bike route to work. (David, who has skated the old route with me, will appreciate how unlikely and yet wonderful that is.)

( me talking about clubs and whining about injuries. whee! )

Also toyed with the digital camera a bit today. I now even have a couple of decent pictures of *myself* in this city, where previously I had none. Gosh, digital cameras are so handy, especially with fat-ass memory cards. I do still adore the film camera, though, and I have a roll of 3200 speed T-MAX calmly waiting to be used one night.