We all organized a beach trip last night. We went out, sat around a fire, talked and walked… and wrestled… Jeremy started babbling and challenging people to wrestling matches in the sand. Since I was just sitting there not doing much, I finally just threw down my sweatshirt and accepted a challenge. we fought barefoot in the sand, wrenching at eachothers throats, and limbs and what not, and it was pretty nuts. It was quite the intense rush of arenaline, but he eventually tired me out and I gave up in a pin. For those who don’t know, Jermy has a good 50-60 pounds on me, a few inches in height, and military training. Given the circumstances, I believe I fought admirably… I was very squirly. More wrestling soon commenced with Jeremy fighting Derek, Derek fighting Chris, Chris fighting myself, and finlly, Chris and Myself whomping the crap out of Jeremy. I swallowed so much sand. It got in my ear, mouth, eyes, face, pants…. everywhere… I guess this is the drawback of sand wrestling. This morning I got up and looked in the mirror, and my body looks like it’s been tortured! I have terrible red scrapes and bruises all over, and my body aches like nothing else! WEEE. On the plus side, all the little bits of aggravation and hostility I was hiding inside me just sort of melted away with the strangleholds I had on jeremy’s neck. So, I’m feeling pretty darn good, despite the fact that its 9:30 and I only went to bed 4 hours ago………………..
That’s all for now dumples!
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