Gah! The Saints just intercepted Orton again and now my ride home doesn't seem nearly as cool. Dammit.

There were other people crazy enough to bike today--it was like this insane fraternity of weirdos out in the cold. In the dark, breathing into my face mask, I had to wonder just what the hell I was doing out there. But now it's a weekend, and I'm not doing a damn thing until I have to go back to work Sunday. Here's to sleeping in.

Current beer-scale: high, but nowhere to go but down.