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Tell me why I can drag myself out on the bike twice each the weekend, pushing myself to nausea in the heat, fighting the wind and hills and punishing my aging joints in the cold, but getting myself to the gym in the morning is impossible, even though I get up at 5:30, theoretically, to do so.

To prolong the weekend agonies, I’m looking for those full-length biking pants, the ones that will make my calves look skinny and my ass huge. Talk about masochism.

Currently listening to the Scissors Sisters’ Ta Dah. Ooh.

On the same subject, I’ve passed the 50% mark on Feather & Fan. Only 60,000+ stitches to go.