Let's sum up my early morning: I was almost hit by a car, twice, and then attacked with a knife. First, on my jog down to the field where I do most of my joint pounding cardiovascular torture, I almost get hit by a car. Now you might think that's a purely random bad driver on the loose, but that would be very difficult for me to accept. Mainly because I was running against traffic, and the car that almost (tried to) hit me had to completely cross the opposite lane of traffic to try to hit me from behind. And it would have run me down if I had not glanced over my shoulder at the last second, and then jumped over a guard rail. Well, more like dived over. The car itself didn't slow down in the least. Next, on my way back from the little football field, a pick-up truck with oversized tires swerved right at me, but I don't think he was seriously trying to hit me, just scare me. So it was easy to simply sidestep off the road. However, I must have blocked his view of the strange little man on the bicycle, that even I didn't know had come almost right up on me. Boom. Little man down with blood everywhere. The truck kept going, the driver probably panicking. When I went over to see how badly the man was injured, he gave me a bloody smile, and then tried to stab me with a particularly nasty looking knife. I bolted up the street to a service station, and convinced the proprietor to call 911. But when I went back, the strange little man, as well as his bicycle, was gone. I didn't wait for the police to arrive. They probably would have taken me for a psych evaluation.
Anyroad, that was my exercise session for the day. Now if I could only get a hold of Dr. Who, and find out how I could get a tardis. I really must have one. (If you don't know what a tardis is, you can google it. Wikipedia will explain all. Sheeze. You can't keep anything secret these days.)
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