I have to warn you about this entry.  I go into some gruesome details  I've put the entry in a blog for those who wish to see the whole thing.
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April 30th I was in a major car accident.  I was too scared to drive myself to my college campus and asked my mom to drive me instead so I could sign up for classes.  My sister came with us and sat in the front seat while I sat in the back behind my mom.  Two or so miles away from our house, there is a strait road through farmland where we have the right of way.  While traveling down that road at 45 Mph I saw a truck coming up one of the only side roads and he was going fast.  I didn't think anything of it since he has to stop.  I saw him run the stop sign.  I called out to my mom and curled up into a ball, grabbing the sides of my head.  

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To offset the dramatic nature of this journal, I'll tell you about my work.
Today I got really snoopy and curious.  I'm back to work but my tailbone still hurts from the accident.  I asked if I could look around the building.  I went down to the basement and found that there's a gym and batting cage down there.  The walls are all painted red and on one of them there is written in bold letters "The underground."

I asked one of the ladies that I work for and she says that they do zumba lessons in there every other day at six in the morning.  I just thought it was funny that a felt board place filled with large printers and di cutter machines would have a gym in the basement.  It's sad to think that this place could be gone in a few years.  People don't really buy felt board activities for kids anymore .  It just seems like this place has been forgotten by time.