It was on time again.
My body ached.
That one jog yesterday really kicked my asshole.
I called Jogging Headquarters to let them know that I would not be in today.
All of Chicago's joggers wore a black armband in mourning.
The Mayor of Exercise shed a tear on an empty stretch of lakefront bike trail.
Expenses that finally caught up to me:
Tune-up for the van
Mastering the record
Spontaneous one night vacation
I got paid today for the first time since Europe.
The amount on it was kind of funny.
I scanned the check to see if it was a gag "1993" paycheck.
Alas, it was not.
Things I could sell:
Technics turntable that I can only get one channel to work
My other bike
Boy, that's not much.
Maybe this upcoming "lean lifestyle" will rub off on my non-jogging belly.