I feel like someone has his boot pressed firmly against my chest. At some point yesterday morning, my ribcage became really sore, so much so that it actually became painful to breathe. This happened once before in high school - apparently, I had some kind of inflammation in the tendons of my ribs due to a viral infection or something. Since it was viral, the doctors at the hospital couldn't give me antibiotics, so they told me to go home and take some ibuprofen. It feels better than it did yesterday and I can breathe a little easier, but it still sucks. At least I slept until 1:00. I love having days off where I can sleep for twelve hours.

I probably shouldn't mention this, but I've never actually listened to the Downward Spiral in its entirety. I usually started at March of the Pigs because that song is awesome. I'm a bad, bad man.

Last night, some fuckwad stole one of the roof rack trays from my car. It was locked, too, so I've no idea how they got it off. Fuck this city. At least they got the tray that was a little wonky. I hope that the thief uses it and his bike falls off, only to be smashed by a semi or go flying off a bridge or something righteous like that.

In other news, to increase my real estate holdings on the internet, I've created a new blog. This one is dedicated solely to bike racing. Danville tomorrow! Get stoked!