The first rule of fight club is you do NOT talk about fight club. But here I am, talking about fight club. Or my version of fight club, because I woke up this morning with my knuckles bruised and my hand swollen and scrapped up. So naturally the only logical explanation is that when I went to sleep last night, my subconscience woke me up and piloted my body Tyler Durden style to some underground fight club. Since only one hand was affected, I must have been like Brad in Snatch and won with a feisty one punch knock out.

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That is the only plausible explanation.

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And nothing to do with the Monday night Washer incident and subsequent washer repairs I will do this week.

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I hope everyone has a great rainy Wednesday.

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