Last night I went out to watch the Tigers game at The Tap Room with a couple of friends of mine. When I returned a few Wit Dreams later I proclaimed to Jake The Dog that”I am so f*cking sleeping in tomorrow! Yep, gonna sleep late, spend the day watching DVRed football matches and maybe go fishing.” Jake didn’t care, but I was stoked at the prospect of lying around like a big, ever fattening, piece of human apathy.
8:27 a.m… I’m up.
Come Tuesday I will surely give my left nut to sleep ’till 8:27 a.m., but that is not really what I had in mind for today. The next thing I knew I was guzzling coffee and watching Man U go down to Liverpool 1-0. As I ate I started to think about doing a workout, maybe do some walking/jogging/running/hating man kind on the treadmill or something while I watched Spurs vs. Arsenal.
Somehow that workout turned into me on the gravel roads with my bike, the barns and the corn. So much for today being a lazy Sunday of sleeping in and watching soccer football. Too bad I didn’t make it fishing… oh well, maybe tomorrow.