Because last night I stayed up till after Midnight watching the Phillies lose to the San Francisco
But again, if you think that, you're a fucking moron because I managed to run 11.06 miles in 1:47:00 which is a 9:41 pace and a 6.2 mph average and I've had six-mile runs that have been slower than that lately and so I'm actually relatively happy with this run, especially since it gets me up (O, yeah, in both senses) to 77.19 miles for the month and I thought I had no chance of getting to 100 for the month, but now I do.
This makes no sense to me and it never will because the only people I'm telling about it is you all and, as I made clear twice in this post, I obviously think you're fucking idiots because of all the wrong-headed beliefs I've arbitrarily attributed to you.
But I'm a fucking idiot, too, because I don't understand this. How did I have such a good run after a night like that? I don't know, because I'm a fucking idiot.
Also? I'm a bit of a douche-nozzle. You know, for calling you all those names and all. There are actually very few of you about whom I feel that way.
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!1!
No, wait, you probably don't because you're fucking idiots.
So if you think you're not one of the people about whom I feel this way, you probably are one of the people about whom I feel this way.
Did I just blow your mind? Relax. There are way worse things I could blow.
But only on your birthday.