chad emails me and asks if we’re going bike-riding or am i too tired. i respond:
we are going riding, goddammit. i am going to get my chubby little buns around that block at least twice, maybe even THREE TIMES and then i am going to eat soup or casserole if i make it and then i am going to do/fold some more laundry and then BED. bed at a REASONABLE HOUR. GODDAMMIT.
this is me swearing at myself.
if i don’t arrive home around 6:15, be patient. around 6:45 i will call you from northgate mall, as they will have just thrown me off the bus for excessive snoring.