| eveninghawk ( @ 2008-07-08 10:11:00 |
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stupid morning
ok... let's see... funeral is tomorrow, and i'm just hanging on to some semblance of ok. i am actually not disturbed by the death, it's the living people i have to contend with that have my palms sweaty and make me want to get all stabby and run away.
i had a good lone ride last night, hung out by the river for a good long while, even rode by Evil Twin on the way home. I went home, showed the kitty some affection, then went to bed, and managed to sleep like a baby. Got up, combed out the hair (success!), then got out the door to go to work. I pulled Rauchbier out of the basement and launched only to find that i didn't quite remember how to ride a bicycle. If you know the hill I live on, you will know this is a really shitty realization AFTER taking off. I don't know if i was sitting wrong or what, but I couldn't figure out anything. I smacked into 2 curbs real hard, darted onto the sidewalk and between parked cars, nearly lost my front wheel, and smacked a car pretty good (just with me, not the bike... so no damage). About 1/3 of the way down the hill I had it figured out and was riding like an normal person.
Then I got coffee/breakfast, and managed to not be able to ride, keep my skirt tucked in, and carry coffee at the same time. I spilled crap all over myself repeatedly, and the coffee hand was really wet, so steering with that hand was... idiotic. I arrived at work pretty surprised to have made it with no new bruises or scrapes.