Yes, they're hollow. And they're spectacular.

Today's theme: The difficulty of keeping one tiny cyclist sufficiently fed.

Exhibit A: my day in capsule form.

1. Wake up, slowly, grudgingly, and in stages.
2. Absorb a cup of very strong cafe au lait through my pores. Really, I have very little memory of making or drinking it, though I just washed all the dishes involved, so clearly I must have done both.
3. Eat (oatmeal).
4. Fiddle around trying to get a work email written before I leave, realize I don't have enough time and am now running late. Damn. Pump tires, quick change of clothes, etc. Wrestle self and bicycle out the door.
5. Ride like bat outta hell.
6. Arrive at appt. only 5 minutes late, all lathered up and panting. Congratulate self on not being hungry. Think: oh goody, oatmeal is the solution.
7. Do PT for an hour.
8. Get back on bike for quick zip to bike shop to consult about remaining parts. Arrive at bike shop. Realize am starving. Eat Clif Bar.
9. Realize am now late for getting back home for second appt. of day. Call to try and get out of it, since now all cute boys in the universe are in front of bike shop hanging out and kissing my cheek.
10. Unable to change appt. Hop on bike and ride away, cursing.
11. Ride like bat outta hell, dodging and being royally annoyed by rush-hour traffic.
12. Arrive home, even more starving than before. Change clothes, rush off (on foot) to deal with next obligation, listening to Clash on headphones and swearing under breath to self like crazy street person the whole way.
13. Come back, deal with next asinine obligation. In middle of doing that, client calls. Important client.
14. Rush off in mid-sentence while talking to client on cell phone. Really fracking starving now.
15. Read text sent in reply to text I sent to one of handsome boys asking what they're up to tonight. Had been contemplating riding back out after completing annoying obligatory task. Now really FRACKING STARVING.
16. Boys offer to pick me up food at vegan fast-food joint (where they are currently dealing with their own starvation issues; boys, being messengers, have even more reasons to be starving). Decline because have realized that there is no way I can survive ride to meet them without ingesting serious food first.
17. Throw together fastest dinner can think of with remaining semi-functioning brain cells (most of them have decided to go on strike due to lack of food). (Keep in mind that I just ate an hour ago.)
18. Inhale dinner. Realize: a) have to work tonight, so no boys. b) too tired to get on bike again anyway. c) low on milk for hot chocolate, yogurt to prevent yeast infections (all that biking - don't make me go into detail; you don't wanna know), and dish soap to wash pile of dishes accrued during day's eating.
19. Wash dishes. Watch House being snide and unbelievably sexy. Ungodly levels of sexiness. Holy fuck. His luminous blue eyes.
20. Think about blonde for 30 seconds. Dismiss thought.
21. Realize am too fracking tired to do work tonight.
22. Realize am starving.
23. Argh!

PS. Later addition: Don't worry, folks. There were two more meals after that. And yes, I've tried every possible combination of protein, carbs, fat, etc. I've also read up on the subject. I'm doing all the right things; this is just how it is to be a cyclist. You have to eat like a hobbit. Pardon me while I go make second breakfast...