tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrred this morning. tired legs. tired brain. tired socks. tired ears. tired teeth. tired bike, not at all grateful to me for lubing its chain. i haven't taken it for its two-week-checkup-and-adjustment like i was supposed to, and currently can't get out of the middle cog. spun my way home in that one yesterday, may be a connection there.

how come on the days when you can't figure out how you'll get through the first six blocks you still get there in about the same time that you always do? it's mysterious. the vending machine at work was out of tuna salad sandwiches so i ate cheetos for breakfast. and lunch. i'm not hardly helping myself here.

usually park my stuff at my workstation before spending the day in the test lab, but today i just lugged it all in with me. halfway through the morning, some guy from the team came up and said 'i'm sorry, but you're going to have to turn your coat down.' i turned it the other way round cause i know what he means, but missed my chance to disingenuously brag about how this here eye-bleeder coat means that i'm special cause i bike to work. the weather was nice today. cool and grey, both ways.

stopped on my way home from work to pick up another six-pack of that disgusting chocolate-flavoured protein-shake stuff my kid drinks. he left half a can of it in his bedroom once for a couple of days, and it grew a form of mould that was shaped like a human brain and was too big to get out of the opening. um. where was i? cheetos are healthier.

practice tomorrow, so i dunno. in theory it always feels like driving would be the smart thing on baseball days, but in practice i'm not sure it makes much difference, considering the rush-hour gridlock over that misbegotten bridge. i'm about to go make something stir-fried as soon as i can get my arms and legs to work together and get me out of this chair.

songs: and the band played waltzing matilda, eric bogle; crunchy granola, neil diamond.