bike as a means of (spiritual) movement.

i've been in a funky mood.

i haven't been sleeping

i'm always hungry, but have no appetite.

must be mercury in retrograde.

so tonight, after spending hours doing nothing but cleaning tables (which often feels more like an exercise in how many times i can allow my bottom to be put in a compromising position {all the crouching, bending over, and stretching} yes, again, the parent's are so proud), i reminded myself again and again and again that "all great deeds and all great thoughts have ridiculous beginnings".

and then, in an attempt to cheer myself, i took to folding and unfolding my bike over and over and over again.

gotta practice for tomorrow's inaugural ride.