If your best friend comes in from out of town, you should:
A) Be an adult and retire early in the evening because you have to get up at 7 a.m. the next morning and bike to work.
B) Hang out with him and a few other friends until 2 a.m. and drink a case of Warsteiner.
Of course the answer is B.
I am in dire need of a nap. Exhaustion is tugging at me like Lilliputian guy wires secured to my legs and lower back and shoulders. Taking a deep breath requires effort.
Oh, and it was pissing down rain as I biked in this morning.
My wife tells me that our friend, Rachel Kossover, claims to read this blog on a regular basis. So, hello to you, Koss. I always find it somewhat odd to learn that someone I know is reading this thing. When someone tells me that they read my blog there is a part of me that wants to ask: "Why would you do that?"
Well, it's a good thing Sir Clive bumped Gavin Henson to give playing time to Jonny Wilkinson against New Zealand. Good if you're a New Zealand supporter.
I have decided that I am no longer a fan of the Beastie Boys. Will Smith, on the other hand, continues to be a musical genius.