bring it on.

today was a pigdog. partly my fault for staying up until 2 am playing kingdom of loathing when i knew there was a lawyer downtown with my name on her for 8:30, but i'm not confessing to that.

up at 7, rode bike to bus-stop, juuuuust beat bus over the intersection, loaded bike onto bus and into downtown. at 1:30 am my brilliant plan was to sleep on the bus, but i forgot about motion sickness. did the legal stuff (a corporation is me, bleah, yay?), crossed town, got on a different bus, tried to do the sleep thing again. got LOST trying to go over the alternate bridge which was where the bus goes. got to work later than my planned i'll-be-late, had trouble wedging my bike into the rack alongside all the others, left earlier than my hinted i'll-make-up-for-it. showers were both occupied at 6 pm. don't these people have homes to wash in?

left my water bottle on top of the lockers when i finally got myself changed. went home in a temper without water bottle. got lost again AND fell off again - this new one is more responsive than i'm ready for, gonna have to go back to u-turn school when i'm in a better mood. sooooo tired by the exit from the regular bridge, it seemed easier to just keep going towards the other mystery bike-path than negotiate across all that traffic to my regular one. got lost again. well, not lost, but took a detour through industrial-world. found my way back to the road that i know, said sod this noise for a while, and sat on the wet grass drinking coca-cola and reading rabbit redux until it got dark.

horrible day. completely my fault.

edit: oh. and can i just mention that when i got home i discovered the crotch is torn out of the black warmup pants i've been riding in, on a purple underwear day? anyone makes a smart remark will get smacked.