Trying to maintain a journal is really, really, really difficult. I’m having a hard time getting myself to write anything.
I woke up this morning around 05:30 and by 06:00 I was out the door, getting ready to bike home. Unfortunately, somebody else made the decision that they needed the lights on my bike more than I do, so I’ll be without a bike light for at least a few days. Not super great, but worse things have happened to better people.
I woke up late this morning, had some green tea, worked a bit, had lunch with Kathleen, had a handful of meetings, and now I’m writing out a to-do list of things I need to finish before going over to Kathleen’s for dinner. I’ve been procrastinating fixing my bike for the past two months (!) and I finally said “fuck it” and threw some brakes on it. There may or may not be a spoke nipple broken off inside the rim, but from what I can tell that shouldn’t actually matter. I guess we’ll see though, right? On the off chance that this is my last will and testament, please donate all of my organs and dispose of my body as inexpensively as possible. I’m half-joking, in that I’m completely joking about dying on a bike ride, but completely serious about the other stuff.