Dear Diary,
I've got nothing this morning. I'm tired. Rode the bike last night for over an hour. Actually about an hour and 15 minutes. Watched Archer and my new favorite thing Sons of Anarchy. That show is so good and I'm so committed to riding thru each episode on my bike while their ripping s**t up with theirs that I'm canceling HBO. This show is way greater than what I've seen of Boardwalk Empire so far. But anyway I rode the bike, then stayed up too late. I'm hitting the road this morning to make a trip I usually refuse to do on a Friday. Gotta go to Lompoc. The only good thing about it this morning is how I'm planning out my route. Most times I do it thinking about traffic and time. Today I thought about where I was gonna find something decent to eat. My excuse for gaining so much weight the last few years was that I was always on the road. Hell, I thought it was true. These last few weeks proved me wrong. TLO told me so. So if all goes well and it should I'll eat well today and keep this thing going. Or there's gonna be hell to pay. For you.
PS. Can't believe I didn't curse you out. I must be really tired.
PSS. F*** you, you slimy ass brokeback b***h. Guess not that tired. I better go before I get some coffee or you're really f***ed.
PSSS. Lest I confuse you I will clarify. Archer remains mans greatest creation ever. Sons of Anarchy is great though. Almost makes me forget Peggy Bundy was Peggy Bundy.
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