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Thinking to myself while trying to fall asleep Sunday night I came to a few realizations. The first being, though I still had fun, Gizzard Fest just isn't the thrill it used to be. I think the relative dullness was caused by several factors but the main one is, the festival just doesn't have the draw it did when it started. The other thing I thought about in bed is that my hands are sore. Between stapling up chicken wire on Saturday and building and hanging a screen door on Sunday my hands are full of small cuts, scrapes, and dry patches. Not necessarily a huge deal, it's just a sign that I've been living in the city for a while.