I've got a rhinovirus. So I've got that going on.
Friday I took off from work. Saturday I did the volunteer thing. I felt better, so I did my workout after and had pizza and that beer I've been craving all weekend.
Sunday I woke up feeling like hammered shit.
I went to brunch anyway, and an impromptu bike ride to the farmer's market on a borrowed $2000 bike that was like riding on air (no, I didn't steal it). The sun obligingly came out just long enough for me to do that, but then gave way to rain for my afternoon with my friend at Seaworld. "Look Ma! A Dolphin show!". It's no New England Aquarium, I'll tell you that much.
The spaces in between were spent home alone, puttering around, with no one to whom I could unveil my stimulus package, thinking up stories of love and madness I could not bring myself to write down.
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