I'm sitting at home typing on a real keyboard and using one of those nifty new Microsoft Arc mice that I bought yesterday. My giant coffee pot is happily dripping away, creating my very own cups of coffee. I spent hours last night catching up on my tv shows. Today, I have no plans other than to completely chill out - tomorrow, who knows? The day after, back to work. Over the last 17 days, I've ridden just over 4,200 miles on my motorcycle. I've ridden through ten types of desert, forest, hills, plains, mountains, and fields. I've been through pristine blue skies, horrid rain, light drizzle, blasting snow, and watched evil lightning. I've camped on sand, rock, grass, and snow, hundreds of miles from civilization and across the street from a major highway - not to mention twelve types of seedy motels. I've seen miles of empty road stretched out before me, and driven miles without being able to see the road more than a hundred yards ahead due to all the corn
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