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I was attacked by a hairy wolf spider thing

while hiking today. It jumped on my face and landed on the top edge of my glasses as I was ducking under some fallen branches. In a panicked reflex, freaked out action, I smacked myself in the face and broke my glasses. Good thing I had some duct tape to do a quick field repair.

Now I’m using my backup pair of big-ass grandpa glasses. The wife teases me and says I look like Uncle Joon from The Sopranos.

Yeah, I’m a loser. FAIL.

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Too many years have passed with too many distractions. I no longer recall the names and places and feelings and thoughts and wasted days.

But it’s all the same.