Bought nothing today. Made a valiant effort to hook up with the
Critical Mass ride on a bicycle ten sizes too small for me (I could have borrowed my roommate's bike but instead I got him to come out, which is more important, or would have been if we hadn't...) Got to the meeting-place, am informed that they just ended the ride. Now I have an extremely sore abdomen from zipping around riding a bike on my
pereneum. Ouch ouch ouch. My roommate appreciated the crowd, though he didn't get to experience the ride itself, and is aiming to join me for next month's - on
New Year's Eve. Oh baby.
As an encore, I ruined my sleeping schedule and made someone I care about cry by saying incredibly hurtful things when I was half-asleep. More evidence that sleep is bad for you.
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