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October 2, 2009
Today I had a conversation with my legs. Well actually, no, two conversations. The first took place on the way to history. After walking up a flight of stairs, I noticed that my legs were tired. Then a little voice in my head said

'You're tired, aren't you legs?'

'Yes...'

'Don't worry, it's not much further.'

'...'

Then, walking home, we started talking again.

'Legs, you are fat.'

'No we're not, it's just he angle you are looking at us!!'

'Hmm... okay, whatever you say...'