Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Suicide Tuesday

The vocal cord shredding thrill of Movement running, and even leading Saturday’s race at all but the last points of call, has left me in a daze. The rush was more potent than any drug. No, the letdown isn’t actually anything like suicide tuesdays, but after my glands kicked up serotonin production to levels obscenely objectionable to John Ashcroft, the work week is rather dispiriting. I’m definitely ready for my next fix.

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