I believe The Universe is speaking to me. What do you think:
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Yeah to the nice Post Woman who stopped her vehicle to see if I was okay (well, since I was sprawled in the middle of the road, I guess she sorta had to).
Boo to the folks having a party in their front yard who totally ignored me falling flat on my face in front of them.
Who knew running was a contact sport? (and, yes, the "contact" was asphalt)