Aspirin

It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm up. 'tis what I get for starting my bike rounds at 10 pm I guess... and it took even longer to get back because the heavens choose the darndest time to open up and spray us with it's glory. Been biking lately at night, I'm starting to grow accustomed to UP at night. Streets strewn with dogs, cars sneaking up behind you... nameless faces you pass by, lovers passing time at the sunken garden. But nothing beats racing the wind. The bite of january's cold air chilling my legs, whipping across my face and whistling in my ears. Nothing beats conquering that steep climb, or careening down an empty street with only the light of the lamp posts to guide you. At night, UP becomes our playground.

And when I wake up my legs hurt.

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January is midway through, time to put on my working gloves and get back to work. 'bout time too.

I'm not doing anything yet, but I can feel the load gaining weight steadily. If I don't do something fast this thing's gonna spill right over and drown me. So then, whapish!

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I need to force myself to go to bed soon, or I won't have anything to run on later. Hargh! This is gonna be hard... especially with so many ideas running through my head.

Owell, I just hope they'll still be there when I wake up.

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posted by Karl @ 3:05 AM