Remorseless Code

Fresh ginger tea with lemon and honey.

Watching Chocolat made me feel, for some reason, beautiful, even with my dirty knees and the scarf tied over my hair. Or maybe because of them.

I was an irascible, enraged creature today, with various pieces of my life falling to bits like a snake's used skin, flakeity flake flake.

Everyone wanted to know why, and I hadn't a significant explanation. Which is to say, there were so many possible reasons it was difficult to know which was the true one. If there was a single one.

It's been a year or more since I slept outside the confines of this city.

It's been a fortnight or more since I had a day where I didn't ride in traffic. I only rode tiny errand trips last Saturday, but still the traffic has its effect, I guess.

Spring appears to have brought out the worst side of humanity. Yes, that's right. The nicer the weather gets, the nastier your average human on the street gets. Don't ask me why. It's been two straight days of unfathomable, unending bullshit, and I have lost any patience I ever had, plus all of my reserves of self-control.

I think it might be insufficient peace and quiet (I have a daily quota to maintain sanity levels, and it's been woefully undernourished this week), plus the traffic, plus the random horribleness, plus perhaps a drop in daily endorphin levels because of my shorter rides. That last is going to be hard to address because longer rides entail more time in traffic, and as noted, that's part of my difficulty.

"Yes, actually, I am an invincible secret agent from Mars. How did you guess?"

I'd pledge here and now to install the pocketcam in the bike bag once again so you can have some visual stimulation to go with all these words, but at the moment I don't feel like making promises of any kind to anybody. And at the same time I am wondering if my anti-boyfriend plan might have a small flaw in it.

PS. Yes, I decided to throw you a bone with the crappily fluorescent-lit tea pic.