C just texted me that he made it home with no dents.
How the f*ck am I supposed to run the allotted 7 miles tomorrow? This goddamned snow is really messing with my Boston training. Bastard snow.
Also, Michael made it to Penticton alright, though several and many hours later than he was supposed to because I'm a stupid twat.
Um. Okay. So I guess me and the monkey are just going to hang out and party for a bit and then go to bed.
Do you like my monkey?
Do you want to touch it?
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