I spent most of this weekend felling six trees in my driveway, so my neighbour could put up a new fence. I was gloating Monday and Tuesday about how I wasn't too sore at all, but Wednesday I got this Gordian knot under my right shoulderblade, that just keeps throbbing all the way down in my arm, even today. No over-the-counter meds help. Not even my renowned magic pills.

Yup. My name is Earl...

I giggled at my co-workers' complaints about home ownership, and ended up plunging the toilet in my apartment for fifteen minutes when I wanted to sleep.

Maybe all of us should gloat less.

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