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ffffffllllllaaaaaaxxxxxx // 2004-04-24

this morning i went for a 31-mile bike ride with my training group, and ended up riding in a pack with patty and selma (well, if patty and selma stopped smoking and started riding bikes). i didn't eat enough before the ride, so i got pretty pooped right in the middle. hills! now that i'm home, i'm compensating for the lack of food--i just ate a huge bowl of flax cereal and dumped two extra tablespoons of ground flax seeds on top. i'm now contemplating toasting some bread and putting flax oil on top of that. flax! flacks! flaques?!

and i'm still drinking tea out of that same plastic measuring cup. which begs the question: why couldn't i just wash out a dirty mug and use that, since i had to wash out the measuring cup before i used that again? perhaps i really like the measuring cup? or perhaps i like being a pathetic slob?

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