So tomorrow I’ll be running a 24 hour race and I’m pretty sure it will kick my ass 6 ways to Sunday. Is that right? Or is it 7 ways to Sunday? Saturday? I don’t know, the point is, I won’t be able to wish you a Happy David Bowie Day because I will be delirious and possibly believing we are not in August but rather grape.
Now I know it has been changed from the original date but I had to because I forgot. Damn the truth sucks. So make sure on Saturday you sing “Ashes to Ashes” in the car and wave to a Chinese girl. I am currently looking for a Bowie remix to run to.
And on David Bowie day, this is not to be talked about AT ALL! I just watched the whole thing and it broke my Gay-dar. Now I need to go all the way to Boise to find a Sharper Image and replace it. Damn. It’s all Mick Jagger’s fault.
Casserole of Disaster 
A 24 hour race huh? And no one’s making you? I would say good luck but my dad told me when I was little (and to this day) that Shepherds don’t believe in luck so I wish you well…and some luck, what my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt. But you might after 24 hours of running. Seriously, I wish you the best on your race!
Cannot wait to hear how it went!