the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

First, your disturbing chaobell.net search request of the day:

“what to do with fire when ur bored”

…well, I’d suggest you start by maybe finding a hobby that does not involve fire. Or if you must fart around with fire when you’re bored, at least find a fire-related hobby that is awesome.

So it’s getting to be that time of year where instead of the usual cheerful little sun or puffy little clouds, ForecastFox shows me a steaming red thermometer next to the little summary of the day’s weather.

This either means torrents of boiling mercury and hot shards of glass are going to rain down from the sky, or it’s just going to be really fucking hot. Not that you can really tell the difference on some days, but anyway.

So this means I have to do one of two things: either wait until almost dark when I’ve already been working and biking all day and am already tired to run, or drag my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to run and get it the hell out of the way. I chose the latter. And really, it’s not that bad. At least, I ended up not having to repeat Week 4 like I thought I might–started Week 5 on schedule this morning and it was… okay. At 6:30 it was already getting hot and sticky, and even so it probably would have been a lot better if there’d been even the slightest little breeze up ins.

I’m not real sure about day 2–this is the first weird week where the days are not all the same and it goes from three 5-minute runs with three minutes between them on day 1 to a solid 20-minute run on day 3 and uggggh oh well, we’ll see what happens.

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