That feeling when you were going to crank up the Infected Mushroom playlist and get on the bike in order to close the exercise ring, only to find out that the iPod is dead because you forgot to put it on the charger after yesterday’s ride. I suppose I could ride this evening, but pretty soon it’ll be quit hundred hours and the chili is smelling better and it’s 70 outside and a beer will be really nice.
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