All is clear. Not that you care or even know what I'm talking about. I went to the doctor to get a good looking at to make sure the golf club did no real damage. The doctor did a CT scan and found nothing. No I mean they literally found nothing between my ears. Amazing that I've functioned this long. Oh really? You knew that all along? F*** you. You can easily be replaced. I'll buy another diary in a minute. Badtz Maru this time. No more Hello Kitty for me. Speaking of buying something new, I picked up a bike that I've had my eye on for a bit. I first saw it in the parking lot at Costco and fell in love with it. Did some searching and found it. Now it wont replace the exercise bike like a dirty, half used post it note would serve as a more than acceptable replacement for you, but it will compliment the time I spend with the EBG. I took The General out for a spin last night. My first thought was WTF. I hadn't ridden a real bike in so long I forgot the feel of those things. I forgot that you actually have to pedal hard enough to propel your actual weight. You have to turn, go up hills, come down hills and actually use brakes. There is wind and all kind of crap you need to deal with. And though I pedaled my a** off the whole time I rode, I couldn't match the pace, distance or total time I usually get in the garage. Plus the whole lack of a TV to watch while I rode was a real downer. But I loved it. Time to take it to the beach. I'm gonna ride with TLO. And the kids. And Katy Stine. The
PS. You can't come.
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