weird thing about bike commuting: it seems like it makes me very confused about whether or not i'm sick. felt darn-near certain i was last night, went to bed, slept right through my alarm and into almost 11 am, leapt up, biked to work . . . cut to me in the elevator with a confused face, saying 'wasn't i dying about an hour ago?' then about 6 hours later the effects of the bike ride wear off, i start dying again, just in time to ride home . . .

wow is this ever the darkest week of the year. i'm feeling it like you wouldn't believe. 11:40 and i'm riding through what looks like dusk towards a thin edge of what looks like sunrise on the far horizon at the edge of the clouds even though the 'sun' is 'overhead' behind all those clouds; 8:30 and i'm on my way home and in spite of streetlights it's darker than it ever gets any other week of the year - as dark as the devil's inside waistcoat-pocket. come on solstice! i neeeeeeeed you out here!

other than that, nothing exciting really. it's just hard to believe any of life is really happening when it all takes place in this kind of crepuscular gloom. i think they should just plain cancel the third week of december entirely. declare it national hibernation week or something.