I woke up today whilst in a deep, sleepy dream where I was making out with Russell Crowe in a bizarre, struggling type way. Work was hectic and when I was about to leave my boss came to my office with a 5-inch stack of papers and was like "handle this" and I karate kicked him in the 'sack. No time to swim in between work and class so I juiced it up and my first day of my first class was canceled. I swam and realized how hard it is to swim. But I loved it! This is all besides the point though because really what I want to remember when I read over this in time is that I saw a dude crossing an intersection on his bike in Hammer pants today. Nothing else matters.. nothing else matters.. nothing..