It is a dangerous thing to say to me, oh, just meet me at the bar after work, and then not meet me for over an hour after I left work. He’s not here yet and I’m lightly toasted.

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My foot can kiss my ass; the plantar fasciitis is back. Seems the break from training last month was the trigger (going from lotsa activity to no activity is bad, kids, ‘mkay?). Ugh. So, back to the podiatrist next week, and lots of vitamin I in the meantime.
In other news™, there must be something in [...]

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