another 10 miles on the bike this morning, then a bunch more yard work. i'm beat.
bitchface showed up with douchenozzle to drop off kiddo. he waved. fuck him.
lunch: newk's favorite salad
dinner: chicken and protein shake
enjoyed the park but it was really windy.
and then the storm hit.
the saints won, so that's good. and alabama lost, also good.
kiddo wants to play, so i'm out.
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10pm. a sudden rush of blood to the head. lightheadedness and heart racing. arms numb. if i'm out, it's been fun. going to lie in bed and wonder what i did wrong, and marvel at what i did right.
