It's Been 3, I mean 4 Days

I started writing this last night, but then got sidetracked with stuff...

It's been 3 days and counting since I've been on the bike outside. Boooo! It's also been 12 hours since Jake The Dog has been a pain in my ballz. Dude needs to CHHHHIILLLLLL THHHHE FUCCCKKKKKK OUTTTTTTTT!!!! Potty/Crate/House training is making my ass/ballz ache. CURSE YOU JAKE THE DOG!! CURSE YOU FOR BEING CUTE ENOUGH TO MAKE ME TOLERATE A DOG!!! He's IS slowly chilling out and being good, so I can't complain too much. But I will. Plus he makes B-Man and Wifey pretty damn happy and that makes me happy, so I'm doing my best to become one with Jake.

The week as I know it, is officially fucked for riding. I thought MAYBE Thursday night, but as it turns out we're leaving on Thursday instead of Friday now. I have been keeping up inside on the trainer, but I can only listen to so much metal before I want to

sacrifice a goat and/or virgin OR sacrifice a virgin whilst wearing goat skinned pants.

But I dowhataIgottado to get by. Now to do some work and digest some bacon. Yeah... bacon.

Later.