I'm wearing black ankle socks at work today....
Ran hills for an hour last night. Man that kicked my butt! Twenty minutes into it I had to stop and walk. Today I feel like someone beat me with a stick, rolled me over, and finished the job. I have sooo much work ahead of me. Riding in to work this AM felt good, though.
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Pish. Clothes.
All I can say is this: for a man with as much on the stove as you have, you're far too ambitious. Your making Jeff look bad.
Oh, and I won't be able to make the shooting thing in the Dry Shitties. We got funding for a predator study, piggybacked on the salmon thingo. Make sure you hit Ice Harbor Brewery for dinner, beer, and maybe some brewing supplies.
I hate it when I use the wrong you are, your, or their there. Dammit.
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