There are days when it seems like the bike commute might actually be a mistake. Like the day after a sick day where you hope some fresh air will help calm your stomach, only the freewheel cassette goes loose and you can't pedal. So by the time you finish walking to work you feel absolutely terrible, but can't go home b/c it's too cold to walk and the car is safe and warm back in the garage. Awesome.

So my head, it pounds. I'm a few credits shy of my medical degree, so all I know is I feel like hot garbage right now (an underused phrase btw). I can't blame the bike, but I also can't imagine getting back on in the near future. Woo hoo winter.

Current beer-scale: 1.1