They should totally have tropical storms around here more often.
I slept incredibly deeply through the night, finally crawling my lazy ass out of bed after 9:30. I literally cannot remember the last time I did that without having been out drinking the night before. The sound of rain is an awesome sleeping pill... that, I guess, and burning a lot of calories training.
Today was a beautiful day under crystalline blue skies. The air was shockingly, eerily clean, and there was even a cool breeze. I wrote, rode, went to the gym, rode some more, ate, wrote. Jesus H. Buddha Quan Yin Mercurius Christ, I love these kinds of days.
I don't really know if I want a full-time job or not. (Checks bank account.) Oh right. Yeah. A job will be good. Mmkay then.
07 September 2008
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1 comment:
yo dude, Duathlons? not bad, at least you're not a tri-geek.
Boston is a major epicenter of my favorite sport, cyclocross. you need to tap into that shit.
also, see kerry-litka.com.
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