our bodies get weak

i have dirt ground into my feet, hair tinted teal from a wall, primer stuck on the backs of my knees, one hundred and eighty thousand mosquito bug bites, bruises running the lines of both my shin bones, and a small chemical burn from CLR.

and, quite honestly, i don't think i've ever had so much fun in my entire life.

this whole owning-a-house bit seems to be more and more agreeable.