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i should really be running. i have commited myself to yet another outdoor race that is far too long for me to finish. thing is, running sucks ass. i love to say i love it, but i really hate it. its cold and it hurts and while you are doing it, every iota of your being is telling you to JUST FUCKING STOP because it feels wrong. but you usually dont, usually because you want to make it on to some real of imaginary finish line, and later on in the day, there is inevitably hell to pay for not listening to your body. poir ejemplo, in my case, my calves punish me for days to come after a run. and all for what? such betrayal for an activity which is not minimally enjoyable. por dios. yet here i sit, feeling the terrible, sinking "i need to go running now" feeling. and if i dont, i will feel crappy all day. motherfucker.

tomorrow we are going to phili, i dont know why. actually, i do know why. the main purpose of our trip is mainly to settle another dispute: anthony thinks it may be a cool city, but i know its not. i lived there, sort of. well, i lived near there, in a place too terrible to mention. were i to mention this horrid place, surely the millions of readers of this blog would turn to stone. so i will not mention it at all, save for a slight clue, which, thankfully, most of you will not get: small wonder. anyway, i know phili. at least i know phili types: beige and large and stupidly patriotic. blech.

ok, fine, im sure im wrong about this, as well as a trillion other things. its unfair to characterize the entire population of an entire city based on 4 uninspiring years in one of its many suburbs. but when it comes to the dispute with anthoni, i win because i've had more experience with the place. still, he is a stubborn man who, for some reason, does not take my spoken opinion as gospel, so we shall settle this dispute in the same manner in which we settle most of our disputes: we shall go and see. as with buffalo and the midwest, we shall needlessly trek hours (ok fine, 2) on a greyhound and wander around in bad weather comparing everything we see to ny (we dont want to be the kind of people who do this, but sometimes you cant change where youre from). anyway, i am hoping, at least, for a good cheesesteak and a pint of yeungling.

motherfucker.