I'm beat. Something's up with my right quadricep- it just feels more sore than it should.
I'm beyond desperation in my need of a bell. I just don't have the gumption to scream out "on your left" and instead I just wallow behind any ol' group of slow-moving pedestrians.
It wasn't as rainy as I thought it would be, so I was pretty happy about that. I'm not sure that it was raining at all- maybe misting, maybe it was just wet on the roads.
Some 38B bus driver decided that it would be fun to race me. That's what it seemed like at least. He won. Then he stopped to let some people off. Then he won again. Then he stopped. Then he won. Then we parted ways.
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