OK so its After Midnight
I am still up and surfing the web, although my body is not working that well. No dramatic ambulance, I insisted on walking home when my bike wouldnt work any more, the breaks locked. (a bicycle not a motorbike) In the sun of a hot Tuesday morning, I marched home two miles dripping blood along the trail. Why did I insist on walking home, I dont have a clue, but I did. Of course I left my bike in the supermarket along the way. Now that I think about it, it sounds kinda retarted. By the time I got... Sign in to see full entry.