We're now sailing into what's classically my hardest time. Around 7, I actually get my fourth wind, getting all jazzed about the fact that I'm about to reach the finish line. But 5-7 tends to be hell, because I am just so exhausted and just a little too far from the finish line to rally.
I can do this. I know that for a fact.
Current discussion = whether the Beatles are overrated and who here has fucked a Republican.