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I need a diagnosis on fingers getting terribly swollen during jogging. I’m too bored to google.

I think there’s a possibility of me getting married by the end of this year. Just a slight one. Or having a nervous breakdown. Who knows, maybe both.

There is a quite notable number of yucky middle aged men jogging out there.

I’m feeling stupid these last couple of days. Plus I’m growing older. Older and stupider. It sucks.