If I hadn't taken this year off, right now I would be sound asleep after walking (hopefully) 20+ miles. And I have to admit, I'm mentally itchy about not being in San Diego with the awesome people, but the itchiness was soothed a bit today after learning that Komen changed the route of the walk to cut down on the amount of alcohol walkers were getting from well-intended supporters.
Like, what's the point if I can't get a shot of Fireball every other mile? ;)
The Spouse Thingy and I will probably be there next year, though he's leaning towards joining the medical crew and I dunno what I want to do. I like the idea of taking my bike down there to do road crew, but the odds of getting onto that crew are pretty slim.
Maybe I'll take the bike anyway and ride around with a giant bottle of Fireball on the back, medicating walkers as needed.
You know, strictly for medicinal purposes.
Surely the cops that ride along the walkers won't care.
Sure.
Also, if I were there right now, my eyes wouldn't be itching like crazy...I stayed inside today but I'm feeling the smoke anyway.
Or I'm getting a cold.
Dammit. I don't need a cold right now.
NaNoWriMo: 49000 words.
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