Okay so riding my bike two and a half miles on a stomach full of smoked mozzarella pasta salad and 12 fluid ounces of grapefruit juice and some snow peas and coffee, and wearing new shoes, jeans, a .75-length sleeved shirt, and a corduroy jacket with the sleeves rolled up was kind of the opposite of a good idea. Everything's all spinny
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