Harvest Moon

If there ever was a sensation of swallowing a hot piece of charcoal then regurgitating sulphuric acid while a midget punches you in the groin, it would probably feel like the Harvest Moon Crit felt last night. I got into the break with hoffman, T-money, and Georgia and right away I was experiencing "cubicle leg syndrome". What's that? It's the slow degeneration of your physical and spiritual being that occurs when you work forty hours a week at a call center. Add on top of that sixteen hours a week at school and it's easy to lose fitness. I held on for 4th but I'm cooked today.

I'm getting pretty sick of the telemarketing game but I'll work there and feign a smile and be grateful to have a means to pay my debt. I would love to suit up in steel toe boots with brass knuckles and rage on the call floor until every cubicle lies in ruin. At least I have my dreams, right?

I'm glad the road season ended well. This has been my most consistent season and I'm grateful for all the support from friends and family.

remember me?

So welcome back to the blog. Sorry for the lack of posting. There has been some awesome things to write about this summer but I have been busy with other things. I'll try to write some of my favorite moments this year... eventually. Things have been hectic with a stacked work and school schedule. I'm getting a case of cubicle fever and, until the day i hang myself with a telephone cord, I have been feeling more and more creative.

Cyclocross season is coming up and I'm getting excited for that. More importantly, I am finally able to start paying off my debts that I have accrued over the past two years. FUN. I guess untill i get my shit together, "It's a great day here at Qwest..."