Friday, June 04, 2010
Oops, part deux. A friday fourteen.
While all this was happening, of course, I was uttering something like, shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!!
But then, the car straightened out again, and once I'd swallowed the bile in my mouth, I said out loud, I want some wine now.
So that's what I did.
And that's why I was in the wine section last night while everyone else was running trails.
7. I have random phone numbers written on pages in my Dilbert calendar at work, and I don't know whose numbers they are.
6. My Thursday night trail runs have been ruined by a class that is on the one night I didn't want it to be on. Dammit. But, so, anyway I've switched those to Tuesdays. I'll be participating in the La Luz training. I'm going to try to do the La Luz trail run next year. It's a 9-mile trail run. No, that's not a typo - nine miles.
There's got to be a catch, right?
So here it is:
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