The night before last, my friends and I wound up driving twenty minutes to go to a friend's birthday pub crawl. It was around 20 degrees, and snowing. We were going about 35 on the Interstate.
Now, at 5:30 in the morning, it is 60 degrees.
On the one hand, I'm still irritated that the weather won't make up its mind. On the other, I'm excited to finally get to start running because my sickness has fallen off somewhat, and it's warm.
It is kind of rainy and thunderstormy though. That may stop the running from happening.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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