I'm washed out. Sick. Stupid gastro bug. Stupid incipient nausea. Stupid "delicate" feeling. Stupid guilt about being off sick (being the boss does make things different). Stupid why couldn't it have been raining today instead of sunny as I could have rode yesterday, instead I had to go for a run (which was awesome)and now my quads are like "eh?" (not so awesome).Stupid lack of appetite.Stupid indecision around merits of rest. Stupid American Goths. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
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I know you're working and stuff, but couldn't you update your blog? Your fans are waiting, didn't you know?
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