Dream Drunk, Act Sober

It's been a fairly good night so far, unfortunately I've gone from Summit Extra Pale Ale to Moosehead to Smithwick's, which is quite the assortment for myself. I can't say its too far of a stretch though, from last night's Guinness to Mike's Hard to Guinness again.

Now that we've met over beer, we can begin. Another useless drunken quip dream from me. I've been a bit into biking lately (over the past year and a half or so?). I've promised my aunt I'd visit her some 200 miles away, it's a bit off from what I can quite expect of myself so far. I lack the motivation to go through with things, but I keep dreaming of the days that I'd get on my bike and keep going until the sun goes down, pitch a tent on the side of the highway and stake down for the night. I've spoken many times of heading out from home, every which way is always north (it's the only direction in which I know people).

Somehow this is always shattered by the fact that I'm either never motivated (i.e. sitting at my computer) or that when I really, truly wish to head out, it's either late at night or I'm drunk off my melon, or both.

I think a hundred miles is an easy task, I just need to get up off my ass and do it. Take my shit advice and do it, I'm sure you'll love it.

Off to another.