I have been stupid busy. I'm very deep in sleep debt, I'm very burned out, I'm all out of give-a-fuck. 6 months, 5-6 days a week, 3-4 different hospitals will do that to you.
To top off the shit-like diet that has sustained me for that time, a very grateful family member of a Turkish patient has been force-feeding me baklava from some kind of novelty-sized pizza box all weekend.
"Is good, yes?
Sigh... is fucking delicious, yes.
"Yes, you like. More."
Anyway, today was day 1 of 11 glorious days off. I will do nothing resembling productivity or maturity. Also, with a lighter summer workload to look forward to, my colleague/friend/cycling buddy and I have mapped many miles to be ridden and 3D movies to be seen this summer. The shenanigans begin this Friday with "The Avengers".
Oh yeah, and I'm going to try to cut from 155 to at least 140. Thank god I discovered the Specialized Romin EVO, which has restored my taint's faith in cycling. I was worried it I'd have to make Sophie's choice: my sport or my genitals.
/Inane, sleep-deprived ramblings
So are you going to be less grouchy in a few days
Hey, AGW- go poke Black-Tiger. He just moved to AZ from FL. Tell him I sent you.
Oh yeah, and once your poor weepy vagina feels better go ahead ride a few miles. Fatty.
Sorry, I'm in tough love mode.