PAIN, old nemesis, I never should have thought I had you licked. You humble me, exhaust me, shred my plans, shatter my independence. I respect you, even so. You've changed me before, and taught me things I would have otherwise gladly avoided learning. You beat me up and make me strong. When you leave I remember so vividly how nice life is without you. That last while you were gone I enjoyed every way I could. I wore the badbitch heels and tore up the clubs and walked miles home from downtown in summer sunshine. I dashed about, met people, planted, milked a goat, tanned my abs in delicious somatic vanity. So you, the terrorist, have not won. It has been a hard March. You suck today. Maybe better tomorrow.