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Lacking sleep, feeling a cold, needed an evening of rest, I got the itch and went for a short bikeride. Six mile goal at a pace near or close to 17 MPH. Heading south, I stayed well above seventeen miles an hour. Heading back north, the breeze kept me at or around sixteen miles per hour. I was all set to bust out the final half mile of my short ride when I rode towards a kid standing on his seat, while powering his bike by rolling his tire with his back foot, not looking up. Good trick, kid....but don't work on it just after sunset while your riding downhill on the left side of the bikepath...looking down...lil' bitch.

I slept on the train back to town this morning. It was cloudy when I awoke. It was sunny when I fell asleep. Getting the curtains changed on you while you sleep can mess with your mind. At the same time, sitting backwards in a train backwards can mess with your mind, too. Actually, sleeping about three hours before the train ride can mess with your mind as well. Come to think about it...I was probably just messed up anyway. I'll eat salt and vinegar chips.

I helped The Girl buy a new bike yesterday. I took her to the same store I got my bike back in '98. Not much changed in the store: shop to the left, skis up on the platform, bikes everywhere in between. Looked at a bike, talked to a salesman, dropped the familar names, got the recognition...didn't get the friends and family discount. I wasn't trying for it, but it would have been a total score. Anyway, Casey's little brother worked in the shop. The kid was ten years old when I graduated high school. He's six years older now and looks like Shawn. Damn....it made me feel old because Casey and I used to kick it after he got of work in his Red Impala...Speaking of Casey, he's engaged. The weeding (yes, weeding) will take place next year....in New Orleans. Damn...sounds like an adventure. Congrats Casey...you're the fourth character from back in the day goes marriage style...but the first real close one. damn.

The Girl is convinced that I know everybody in the midwest.

I learned how to play Euchre this weekend. Its just another card game to follow the natrual progression of me learning games. First I learn the game quicker than most. Then start to figure out how the cards flow through the deals. Next, I usually win a few hands partly by luck...partly by figuring out the actual game. Then I start to think a little more, and win a little less. Finally, I suck...it has been that way forever.

One of the Girl's friends at the card party used to work with Jon. That's one degree of seperation between the girl and I (through Jon). On July 4th, we discovered 3 degrees of seperation between us (through Jake). The girl starts to suspect that I know everybody in the midwest....its like a real life friendster.

Also got to go back to Culvers for another jumbo butter burger basket. Its obligatory now. There are none around here. The sandwhich eats like a steak. I like steak. They still use plastic ketchup (catsup) cups. I filled out my second (2nd) comment card regarding the ketchup (catsup) cups. Well, sing along with me...chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken. Chicken chicken chicken chicken culvers butter burger.....(you know the rest)...

From up there, we went to chinatown for dinner. My guest knows a little bit of conversational mandarin, so the people were taken aback th...oops..when too far back. (Maybe half out of the two regular readers of this blog probably got that joke...I like those odds).

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