I am sitting in a Starbucks on Spadina mostly to get out of the heat. I wore jeans today and that was a mistake. They don’t fit very well and my balls are sticking to my leg.
I am sitting here reading a Douglas Coupland book I picked up at BMV.
I don’t really know Douglas Coupland’s writing but it was a name I recognised and it was either this or Salman Rushdie. Rushdie’s books have too many words in it and I need something easy to digest.
I wish I could read some of those epic Russian novels like Nabakov, but when I start reading my mind just shuts off and I end up reading the same sentence over and over.
My arm is back in the sling. I over exerted it yesterday and now it hurts. Such a great way to end the summer. Two cycling seasons ruined.