....was lame, but in true drunkcyclist fashion I drank ale and rode my bike.
I was supposed to check out a coop party, but sometimes there are just too many people. I'm pretty sure it was another sign of my slight claustrophobia. At work, I always walk to the restroom that's farther, but not the size of a curio cabinet.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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