Oh Crap!

Oh god, do I have to? If I'd known the month would be like this, I never would have pledged to do a daily blogpost.

Had an exhausting day, what with the emotional work in the morning, the massive bike rides all over the city in the afternoon, and the big embarrassing risky conversation in the evening. I'd talk about it, but for the fact that I really don't want to talk about it.

And then, of course, there's nothing new to tell. I seem to have undergone some sort of transformation of speed level in the last week, though it only (sadly) applies to one bike and not the other. I apparently am going to be the hottest, and least kissed 41-year-old girl on the block, since I can't seem to do anything but cycle and not be hungry. I'm sure the latter will wear off in a few days.

And yes, it was indeed a false alarm, and I ought to have known. Well, I was dreading it, since that is always how my life works out - the answer is always no, I never get what I want, unto the ending of the earth, and yes, I'm feeling sorry for myself, and no, I don't care if it makes me sound pathetic. Men: can't smooch 'em, can't shoot 'em. (don't really want to shoot this one, of course - what I want to do is sneak him off to some island where he isn't hampered by various legal, moral, and emotional obligations and tear his fricking clothes off.) Did I say that out loud?

No, I didn't think so.