72 Degrees of Despair

Well, the mercury officially hit a new record high for the month of January today, a full TEN mutha f'in degrees higher than the previous high temp of 62. So, like most of Boston, I decided to get outside and enjoy the weather from the saddle of my bicycle.

However, when I went downstairs to my storage room to fetch my two wheeled warrior cycle, I was shocked to find that I had accidently locked the master combo lock (whose combo I had forgotten). Instantly filled with despair, I mightily flung my body against the wooden barrier, in hopes that I may break the door and reach my beloved bike. The door stood firm, and the only thing I accomplished with my mindless bashing was a bruised shoulder and a saddened soul. Alas, my plans for a spin around eastern MA in bicycle shorts was thwarted.

Of course, I later remembered my combination, unfortunately, the sun had already set at that time.