Another Sunday in the library. With a cold. And a bad attitude. Hopefully someone out there is riding a bicycle today. For I certainly am not.
When I go home, It’ll be tea and whiskey on the couch. Yes, I have caught the dreaded cold. It is, after all, the cold and flu season. Boy, am I hungry. Good thing I live off of little more than anger and caffeine, two things I have in abundance. Who needs food when you’ve got a big plate of self doubt and a glass teeming with shut the fuck up? Fear not, dear reader, I shall be as fat and miserably out of shape as ever once I clear this. The bike can wait.
And, you know what, she always does.
It’s decorative gourd season, motherfuckers.
Bike rental FAIL.
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