On Sunday afternoon, I went out for a ride on my nearly-new mountain bike. It has been quite some time since I've ridden, so my legs were weak and I was sucking wind like a Hoover.

So that night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I chased down Paul Tay (in his santa suit) and beat the shit out of him. Except that I felt so weak that when I punched him (in the face), it was like I was under water. My fists seemed to be moving slowly and no matter how hard I punched, I couldn't seem to get any power into it. I did bloody him up pretty good though, and everyone around cheered.

Guess I need to get on my bike more often. Coffee should help.

On a related note (not really), The DOUBLESHOT COFFEE COMPANY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY is coming up. March 5. Stay tuned...