Right fucking now, as Joe and Nick are in deep slumber partly induced by the fine dining experience which included Tuna steak(pic below), I, unfortunately have to rant about how my reflexes let me down. I came home, put my keys on the table but wanted to go out again. So i close the door shut even as I realise i forgot to take my keys with me. My brain screamed STOP but my hands slammed the door shut in one swift, nonchalant arc of motion. Now my lock is broke and it will take me some prying to get in or out. I guess i have to train my hands to obey my brain. I'll work on my reflexes like that guy in Karate Kid - yeah i'll blindfold myself and try to catch fish. Or maybe swat flies, whichever is easier...
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